tomorrow at 6pm, i will be cozying next to the fireplace in a rented cottage in Tahoe. I will be laughing with my adventurefamily and having a heck of a time, despite my schoolfamily not being there. either that, or i will be spread-eagle in the snow, buried under the sheer weight of our car after the wheels skidded on a death-bringing patch of ice. on my lips, as blue as the coat i wear, is the name i whispered, as i descended into death.
yeah im going skiing.