summer's supposed to be rooftop parties and kissing under tables in dive bars, walking down avenue a on hallucinogens and sleeping on the grass in tomkins square park, playing mad pinball whenever wherever, and showing up everywhere on little kid bicycles. this summer was none of the above. only long walks when it was too hot to stay inside and staying up late thinking about unchangeable things and working all day and night for lack of anything better to do and wishing i could find a wormhole so i could get back to last summer when everything was right.
today: dumplings at rai rai ken with w. and a few longing looks at his huge bowl of ramen. later i wrapped up some two day old rice in some seaweed and ate it like a little burrito. i'm not even hungry today. i think i want chocolate.
today: dumplings at rai rai ken with w. and a few longing looks at his huge bowl of ramen. later i wrapped up some two day old rice in some seaweed and ate it like a little burrito. i'm not even hungry today. i think i want chocolate.
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Missing the long, dreamy, wild, wacky summer in Texas.
I'm so glad I am not still in grade school, where I would be compelled to write a "What I Did This Summer" essay and hang my head in shame as it was read before the class.
Autumn is all mine, though! And luckily it's not all that different from summer here in Texas.
I want real salsa. I want to burn my lips with hot habanero peppers, then kiss the first cute girl I see.
Summer's not over till we say it's over. No wormhole required. Let's say it goes on and on and on and on and on....
i played endless games of pool and pinball with a girl in a smokey (that's right smokey in SF) bar. It felt a little like a summer night.