bhv reminds me of christmas in ny. lighting. scent. masses. like tiffany’s for holly golightly. now i know where to go in a case of the mean reds.
ticket to ireland for month's end - check! insert excitement-so-overwhelming-that-my-visage-muscles-lost-mobility-and-breathing-is-becoming-difficult expression here.
i drink too much pellegrino.
joshua radin (the voice) concert tomorrow. it hasn’t felt like this before. hasn’t felt like home…before you. oh joshua. he could save anyone.
i love thunderstorms. forgot how much until the night before last. the winds are aggressive and the rain pounds with intention. blasts of light and sounds of strength. i adore october.
my french teacher is fantastic. she makes fun of us when we screw up in class. love love.
birds here sing to break soundproof barriers. eloquent and boisterous. they park on every tree in their vibrant blue and white coats.
the temperature is fickle. as are the streets. like me. we have become good friends for this reason.
charms: old people, umbrellas, eye contact with strangers, trains, chic gloves, inexpensive wine, flore's humor, macy gray's don't forget me, sonny rollins a night in tunisia, sunday brunch, cobblestone.
