sitting at the plaza yesterday afternoon.
plus 37 feels wonderfull...

the wind kicked in, i painted my fingernails black.

& there i sat waiting.
pour un livre et dvd...
sur un bicyclette retro je l'ai recu...

je m'excuse maintenant pour mon francais, parce que c'est sans accents.
mon clavier n'a pas des accents....
maudit clavier.
peice of crap.

My boy was busting sick tricks on his board and someone i havnt seen for a long while just chilling.

it was nice, it was fantastic. it was DELICIOUS.
there we were, sitting on the bench, and there N was all experimenting with his macbook and my justice cd.
que j'adore cette disc compact!!!

but i do miss that cold night were we enjoyed benson and hedges on a patio with rain.
yet again i must tell myself.

it was a memory of the past.
and to let it go

but i just cant.
& it hurts

tired exhausted & bored

what gives?

its summer time and i should be kickin' it.

but im here, on a chair, leaning onto a desk staring at a screen.

my eyes, blinking in curiousity...

why isnt this machine causing me some form of amusment during my boredom...

then it all hits me with a ton of bricks.

half of my friends are roaming around the planet backpacking
and the rest have moved away and shacked up into universities
or have gotten married
or even had kids...

and if it isnt any of the above listed possibilities,

they are at work
at the cabin
gone camping

or hanging out somewhere with someone doing who knows what.

now in my hand
i hold another machine
the cell phone

just ring,
cmawn!

and it actually rings
well
vibrates

my hand gets quite excited...
not to sure if its from the vibrations
or the fact of a phone call

possible rescue from boredom

yes. oui. si.

a rendezvous
to look over some photographs

to make some choices

brainstorm
imagine
create

new set concepts...
new photo shoots...
new locations...

excited?
i am.