Its a cold May night.

[pseudonaievite]

How can i describe this? Its a windy, cold, bitter day. I love it. Night i should rather say.

I think Jason and I saw a UFO or God or an Angel or something glowing in the sky. I think we shall discuss how freaked out we are and were in the morning. Hmm...

So many infamiliar Mexicans...

I miss San Francisco.
I detest this place.
I love th people.

Suddenly, I slowly realize, I am more complete than what i am used to thinking.