Goodbye Ink and Paper Cinq

No longer a hermit, I have tilted my head upward into the sunlight. I haven't had such a good day in at least three months.

Breakfast >(Mimosa, my favorite drink)

A snowball fight. Guess who won.

Okay, okay, I admit it I was soaked through. I threw a few decent ones.

A whole day spent blissfully. I mean blissfully. Shakspeare with his vast lexicon would have difficulty putting it into words. If I descibed it thoroughly you wouldn't believe me. That being said I will leave it to your imagination to mull over the various stages of happiness. The all encompassing, possessing powers of spending a day cafefree in the sun. The cool of the outside air reinvigorating you as you step out of shelter. Yes, I did skip class. I felt fifteen again...but it was over quick (see image above).

You have no idea. It is out of reach. I don't know what I did to be granted so much. Today was no ordinary day.

In a similar vein:

All of the words that they gave can't compare in any way to the love I am now giving to you.

Plagiarism ... what's next extortion, or a crime of passion? hmmm.. maybe I'll save that for tomorrow, or a romance novel.