sally
Swan. Black. River. Swan. Orange. Ripples. Pond. Overhanging greenery. Young family sprawled across a red, checkered picnic rug. Tassels melding with the grass. A picnic basket of wicker. Soggy bread. Wet, cold water.
Sigh. I do not like sunglasses. They do not look good on me, and I am jealous of others who can wear them well. I especially do not like the people that wear their sunglasses indoors, and even worse are those who push them up on top of their heads! It looks ridiculous! Especially on bogons.
Earrings. Sam, my younger brother, is fascinated by earrings. It was a hassle for him to be granted permission to get his ears pierced. This is stupid. I got mine pierced when I was eleven. I feel bad that I was able to get this done rather easily, and I haven't worn earrings in over six months!
My desk is where I sit. It is not excellent. It is far too short for me to rest my arms on. It is painted white, and this paint is flaking to reveal a horrible pink colour. But, even though it is just a board that hangs limply from a nail in the wall, it does serve it's function... somewhat.