breeze.

[neverthismemoir]

so i really dig coming home and stripping my shit down, on the floor, first thing touched play on the stereo; deerhoof; automatic mood sweetener. opening the window to let the cool air all over, glancing at a certain cartoon on the wall. remembering an inaudible laugh at it too.

if this were my own home, i'd be even more pleased. it's a tease, but i can deal for a few months until. few months....yeah, the year is quick, life is coming quick, almost started. then san francisco-meaning a whole new pool of people to meet, hate, love?, fuck, kill?

soon soon soon.