si le vin te gène dans ton travail, supprime le travail.
now I am just playing hard to get. whilst listening to t-pain’s latest album because it reminds me of all our nights together. new year’s mostly. is it so wrong to miss someone? someone like him? it started raining today. the air is chilly, filled with expectations. it’s not you, it’s me. expectations, waiting, checking the phone endlessly, hoping for the little red light to flash. anticipation.
on the other hand; I am preoccupied to such extent I am having trouble finding time for two or three paragraphs of my observations of the daily phenomena. because that’s what it really is, no?
I am full of questions today and no answers.