i'm in love with the student teacher. if someone could give me the chills as well as he turns me on explaining shakespeare, i'd be in this haze of bliss. smart boys. damn.
i'll get shit for this tomorrow, but it's all good.
the new york winter chic today, reflecting in the window. everything is cold to the touch and people suprise the back of my neck with freezing hands. the indoors temperature is twice that of outdoors. snuggled in a blanket touching legs, sides, and toes, faces resting on shoulders and warm kiss breath on neck would be nice. but it's a dream, i guess.
currently spinning: mars volta: bunel home