quickie before i go.
waiting for alex.
wishing i was in jeans and a tee heading to see my brazilians.
but no, i'm waiting for alex, in a very uncomfortable shirt, but hey!, it looks good.
so tired, yet ready to go out.
still confused, wanting for it to stop.
went to the beach a few days ago at 2 am. it was awesome.
my brazilians were there. ricardo played the guitar. i died.
going to nyc in a few weeks. unbearably excited.
hate my job, two seconds away from quitting.
am talking to aimee again, back to i love you, and comfortable silences.
i have to go check my hair.
and smoke a cig.
think i may start the party early and have a drink.lol.
drink, that'll make the moment better.
if only it made everything better.