i had a really great time with john tonight. sarcasm and air bud : seventh inning fetch may not have seemed like the ideal night. but it was chill. and i'm still smiling now.
elaborating on hours of sitting with silver foil and a strong hint of shampoo. four other people walked in and sat as hair fell in pieces to the floor. reading page about throwing on yaya in david sedaris' naked while waiting for everything to shine. and the hair dresser talks about how dubya is a moron to a girl who couldn't have been more than fourteen. glance up with grinning eyes and i agree.