Laying in bed at the Hilton in San diego watching the notebook and feeling super relaxed considering I’m running the rock n roll marathon tomorrow morning and have to be down in the lobby to leave by 4 am. Whoooo
- Holden Caulfield: Hey I just met you
- Holden Caulfield: and this is crazy
- Holden Caulfield: but anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.
- Holden Caulfield: so don't even call me, you're a phony
Today my horse got his hooves trimmed and my farrier decided to tell me this recipe for turnovers like 3 times because my horse’s name is Puff and it reminded her of puff pastry….
Super normal. But anyways, I now have the knowledge to make some bomb-ass turnovers hahaha.
