hi. someday, one day. somedays, everyday. we will drink coffee in our black cons and hug. cheers.

_{10:35 pm - Saturday,December 8, 2001}

i. want to read you in over-glossed lettering- font of your choice - or maybe on more writable paper. i would draw in your books or your diary and skitch my half-assed-tongue-poked-out commentary in the margins. i want to tote your bound-wayless in my bookbag with the playdough and proust...je souhaite votre lever de soleil tout le long de ma perception. ou peut-être juste mes mains. j'aime tu.

_{1:23 am - Saturday,December 8, 2001}