mynka

saturday: quite eventful.

ugh, i have caused myself vast emotional damage.
the latino.
the heaven/hell/heaven love story that barely exists.
spent 3 & 1/2 hours talking on phone...
only to drive, drunk on red wine, 55 minutes out to kent at 1 am.
silly, silly girl.
criminals, on the lamb.
spent the night at the super 8.
goddamn. awesome.
he's drawing black velvet poster designs for a living these days.
tour resumes in 3 days... like the wind.

today is reserved entirely for remembering, savoring...
staring and sighing.


time to listen to the buzzcocks...