Fairy ghosts are real

I have a fairy. The boy is convinced its a ghost and excuse me if i sound crazy but she's anything but haunting. So far. It makes sense though, living in an abandoned tobacco warehouse from the 1800s. My fairy is making it clear she was here first. Turning on my bathroom light in the middle of the night. Should I be freaked out? Probably. We're cool for now. 

I think it's really fall this time. You know when the sun is still hot but the air is cool? I'm laying at the pool. And as much fun as I've had at all the Cary pools, a real-people pool in West Village is way freakin cooler. This blog post has already been interrupted to socialize and there's another girl named Shannon so I'm gonna put this away now to go do more of that.