out of the city: Mar. 19, 2004 (5:36 pm)

i hate long rides when you're driving fast and it's sunny but too cold to roll the windows down so you just keep breathing in and out the same unmoving air. look, i'm no baudelaire, but right now i can't get excited about anything but love at sight, love at sound, love at touch, love at taste, love at smell. you can't make paths cross if they're not going to cross so the best you can do is move around where you are and maybe sometimes find some place new. i want to pick up the phone but there's nothing to say but hello and then the waiting in the awkward silence so i guess i'll just wait until i move.

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