the textual siege.

i can't believe just mere hours ago i was having a huge breakfast with frankie and him and his eggs florentine and stumbling along brunswick, spending an impulsive amount at this shop called harem which looked like it lent everything in it to marie antoinette to be props and going into that hardcore s&m shop operated by an old man.

and going back to frankie's place and freaking the hell out about how i'm going to pack everything in, from goddamn krispy kremes to bloody toaster which got lost anyway.

and driving from the city to the airport with the windows down and the sun shining accompanied by the mad wind.

also, met a damn nice 94 year old caucasian lady on the plane. wish i could be more coherant but i'm literally typing this with my chin on the table already.

and now i'm home. i hate unpacking. i miss that place so much.