1.4/22 in the whirling dervish dance (a.k.a. two rough korean drafts. yes. no. sake. soju. help...)
love that i can fall asleep at 12:30 to my roommate on the phone with her boy, and then wake up at 2:35 and she's still at it. except not pacing around the rug but huddled in bed with a secret smile. switching ears once so often so as to avoid hot cauliflowering potential. ah, aural sex once again. sweet! meanwhile i go to brush teef and come back with a renewed zeal to think about thinking about korea. and not much else. so.

40, 30, 20, 10?
how i feel right now. [quack quack, wua wua wua].

andrew i just woke up from having dreamt about you. everyone came back to somewhere for the hols; madame zimet aaron was using a projector to test us on our retention of the subjonctif. so i came down the steps and was all like "andrew! mio caro!" and, cross-armed you didn't want to hug me because you were cool and embarrassed and wanted to show off the subjonctif. possibly because i wasn't hot at all. dude. how likely IS that?! whoa. escuchame!
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