(filled to the brim with all things fat and patriotic)
The cool thing about JR is that she's going through all the things that I'm going to have to deal with in approximately two years time. Although I'm not fully capable of understanding her position, or offering the advice she seeks, I do begin to grasp and understanding of the mental anguish (of sorts) I will be experiencing. And I will have her to look to for advice. I hope.
So she's left for Paris and it gets me thinking. I'm back at home, day-in-out meandering around this city that has new things to discover that I never discover (like Silvano's Truffle/Mushroom) until much later than I technically should. Stuff like the...makeout closet (?) in Angell.
Tonight I felt like I dug a hole on the phone with AVH. Sometimes I do this. And I only leave myself with an upset stomach and the overwhelming urge to just curl up in bed next to him. It's frustrating, yes; but amazing too.
I don't think I've built it up to more than it really is, because I really think that is the way it is. (and that's exciting.)
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Word to the Angell Hall "reflection room."
can there possibly be a more heavenly thing in the world than creamy-light-and-fluffy coco delight french pastry puff? je ne peut pas expliquer avec les mots. how could i have forgotten such goodness? and why do i still 'live' (or not) in the US?
yes, my dear, we're not meant to live normal lives...
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