QAF my hair. like so!

you can't top the Ultimate Weekend. not that i'd tried.
fierce paintballing that makes me bloody-thirsty, jon chan performing live, best flea market finds ever, super potent JB shisha, friends who drop in on your coffee seasons fully liquered up & delightfully happy, sizzling chemistry with the minah monroe & foreign skies less teal with pollution.

you can't prod Potential Too Cliche Teenage Dramas into happenstance. not that i'd try.
no no, it's never me. miho's the sensible prude. see exhibit A: Mistakened Demure Identity. don't tell me it hasn't been blasted all over nasrins by now.

okay, but actually the most important thing on my mind right now is that My Brilliant Idea still hasn't been thought of yet & it's 2 hours to Monday, o no nonononononoo!!!

yeah, but the timon & pumba duo just called me, we's the goin' jalan-jalanin'. yo-yoz.

they'd do the talk shop/NS/nikon/"can't wait to be corporate monkeys so we can beat the system from inside" routine, while i blithely lose track of the conversation, stick my head out the car window & wait for My Brilliant Idea to be blown into my head fully scripted for delivery at the meeting tomorrow. horrible friend. i did warn them.


wah stress. my english is in the pittsbourgh now.