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one.
over the weekend, I went back to work at Urban for the first time in two weeks. oddly enough, I was glad to be back. I missed the folks there. when Danny and I were reunited, we shared this incredible embrace. it's official: I am Mexican and he is my brother. we planned on hanging out after work on Saturday, and we ended up going to this party with a few other people from work. it was a random-ass birthday party on the southside that had this DJ spinning all the best eighties cuts. we spent hours boozing and dancing, and that's when it hit me: I am a happy person. fuck being angsty- things are going well for me.
two.
"love is a verb." -bell hooks
three.
today I thought about the last time I listened to "Leaving on a Jetplane" from beginning to end. it was June of oh-four and my friends were taking me to the airport in Seattle. they played the song and sang along knowing that I would cry. I remember the moon looking so big that we tried to photograph it. none of the pictures came out.
four.
it was her birthday on Friday. I spent a couple hours sitting on my couch doing nothing but missing her. I listened to our song, remembered the gifts I made her with my hands. it felt so good to be with her again in my head.
five.
proof.
and Fiona's new album. and the new Blackalicious. and The Police's greatest hits!