do you ever just wish it was 1977? i do right about now.
i can’t go out tonight because i was sick all week and my parents won’t let me. so i’m sitting in my room listening to saturday night fever on the radio.
it’s also bloody cold here. i can’t wait for the summer—i’m sick of snow. i just want to swim and drive around all night with the windows rolled down and the music blaring.
ah, summer. can’t wait.