eighty five and counting.

eighty five days until sheer bliss.
eighty five days until I laugh so hard it hurts.
eighty five days until mosquito repellent become my new eau de toilette.
eighty five days until 24 hours of amazing music.
eighty five days until living in my bathing suit.
eighty five days until the grass become my bed.
eighty five days until big sunglasses, scarfs with a multipurpose and jesus sandles.
eighty five days until hot dogs and cereal becomes breakfast, lunch and dinner.
eighty five days until beer also becomes breakfast, lunch and dinner.
eighty five days until I can dance wherever and whenever.
eighty five days until "peace" and "love"
eighty five days until you meet anyone and everyone. and they love you.
eighty five days until I have to hover every time I pee.
eighty five days until I have a sunglasses/bathing suit tan line.
eighty five days until my tent makes it through the possible hurricane.
eighty five days until I go to bed at 5 in the morning every.. morning.
eighty five days until I get up at 8:30 in the morning because it's to fucking hot.
eighty five days is eighty five days to many.

why can't it be here already....