and so, become yourself, because the past is just a goodbye
2004-03-05 & 12:40 p.m.

let's ask the next person we see in the grocery store to have an adventure. let's believe in the sideways glance; let's write real letters; let's june tango and smell like november. this is me, in my raw state, shooting for the eight ball. this is me, on my side, with no regrets. let's belt out non je ne regrette rien with edith piaf and sprinkle basil and garlic on our dreams and think about new zealand and london and thailand and morocco next year.

i meant to say goodbye, but i realized i was saying hello instead.