May 04, 2005 22:29
I like to go on these drives in the evening, listening to certain albums and smoking clove cigarettes. It's really the only form of therapy I can believe in, because it splits my mind into two parts, one for driving and the other for thinking over and tossing and touching all the ideas I've got in my mind.
and it's nice that lately Amalia and I have been really close. It's really the first time in our friendship that neither one of us has had a steady boyfriend, so we've been turning to each other a lot. I seriously trust that girl with my life and I've bequeathed guardianship of whatever future children I may have to her if something ever happens. Who else could ever give them the kind of alternative childhood I want for them? nobody.