Wednesday, February 4, 2009


as an individual who gets misty over visiting the corner store where I first ate a frozen piroshki, my nostalgia attacks have been frequent, uncontrollable, and many. now that I'm on the verge of blowing town, I have all of these "lasts" to ponder... how many more sardine can packed 22 line rides do I have left, how long before I camp out at dolores park movie night with my lady friends, how many more rooftop reveries before I take off for nyc? there's so much to be done before I fly away, and it's only 3 weeks off. I'm a little too scattered right now to really articulate sensical and cohesive thoughts...

"I'm sure back home they think I've lost my mind."
-ben folds

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