aikaterine

Tim IMed me today. He reads the paper all the time now. I mean, one of his best friends writes a comic, but he said he reads most of it.

I can't handle this emotional rollercoaster. Is it bad that I miss him sometimes? Fuck this. I am such a loser.

The loveliness of Paris
Seems someshow sadly gay.
The glory that was Rome
Is of another day.

I've been terribly alone
And forgotten in Manhattan
I'm going home
To my city by the bay.

I left my heart
In San Francisco
High on the hill

It calls to me.
To be where little cables cars
Climb halfaway to the stars!
The morning fog may chill the air.

I don't care!
My love waits there in San Francisco

Above the blue and windy sea.
When I come home to you

San Francisco
Your golden sun will shine for me!

I left my heart...

Sometimes I miss this town so much it makes me nauseous.