wednesday, march 27th
i heart gwen stefani
i have run out of money and my foot hurts. i had a breakfast of tea in bed with josh before he headed out to class; sunlight streaming into his little blue room.
today matthew took me across the brookyln bridge in the new york sunshine. there's a certain clarity you get when you see the skyline from that distance. and now i understand the homage to brookyln at the beginning of black on both sides by mos def. it's flooring. it's pretty and spacey. me and matthew walked the streets talking pavement.
my foot is sore and i am missing america already, and i am still here.
last night i poured my heart out to my beautiful friend and ex-roomie mahri, who sat and listened to me and josh talk about our long distance relationship. we talked over noodles and coca-cola. i drew her pictures and we talked about california, this time last year. we talked about moving forward. and we drank spicy chai tea till i thought i'd fall asleep on my abortion thesis.
today i found out that britney spears got married to richard bacon, the man who was sacked from blue peter for taking cocaine. and i remembered that my favourite time of the day is that hour before the sun sets, when the sun is looking like it's thinking about it.
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