January has been infested with hello's and goodbye's. Overwhelmingly so. The price of the new year. I don't don't don't want to think about it anymore, so here are the things that Quinn and little SimQuinn do wan't to think about.
Samie don't leave me. When did I get so sentimental.
Garden Days
Nights and then Mornings at Elan's
Critical Bicycling at Critical Mass
Beverly Hills with Robert (and William) and Loves
The Standard and the Smirnoff
Henry came back from College, but left just as quickly.
Samie leaves for Costa Rica on Saturday, but she's the best friend I've got and I've had and that won't leave.