california kills me.
in a motel in montreal last night, i dreamt i met a friend's baby and i wept and wept. my friend had black and white hair and her baby was the most beautiful baby i'd ever seen. she had her son the day i got to california but i never got to meet him. a headwind followed us out of california and we arrived home late. i have 6 rolls of film to process. please keep up with me.
posted by .francesca | 11:38 PM
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i'm glad you are back home.
you have been missed.
some of us are having a girl's night this weekend.
join us!
Montreal?!
for about 8 hours, yeah. airport motel.
oh booooo. i wish i had gotten to see you.
how was the airport hotel, besides the sad dream?
the dream wasn't sad, it was really happy - i think i cried because of the baby's inhuman beauty or something. the motel was good, we ordered dominos and watched much music. i hope i can come to montreal again soon!
i wish we knew each other in real life.
but since the internet is our only shlong distance option;
what's your shemale address?
mine's tomkoz@gmail, y no tengo acounto de blogger, por lo tanto emaila mi
or however you make the imperative out of whatever the spanish for "to email" is.. i assumed emailar
oh yeah, this is tom koz, i'm from canada, we have "known" each other for years.
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