they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


last night, b and i had almost the same dream. this isn't the first time that's happened. but every time it's just as odd. strange. creepy.

i guess we're pretty close.

speaking of dreams, have i ever told you that when i went to school for magazine journalism, my dream was to end up at the New Yorker or Esquire?

funny, i've never even been to New York.


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