02.02.25

11:37 p.m.

blissful stoo.

post nap and ice cream sugary goodness stoo. over the counter cold medication comedown and donuts for dinner stoo.

sigh.

she is so pretty, isn't she? i mean, for christ sakes. look at her. it's ridiculous. seriously, look. yeah. i wish i could capture, in words, the thing that she does with her eyes. i could make you cry. yeah.

seriously. and i can't really tell you how happy i am right now. i can't. i don't think i could get the point across with enough emphasis on happy. honestly.

like, earlier this evening, sitting on the front steps with dug smoking cigarettes:

and i felt exactly like how i felt when i listened to no surprises in a van in new york city at six o'clock in the morning on ecstasy. during the winter, the heaters vent were blowing their hardest, and those chimes just peaking over the noise. smiling, sensing time square just blocks away. post club, all of us savoring the moment before we had to drive home.

but, yeah. on the steps. back to that.

dug and i quiet, listening to the road.

and i whisper, 'i am so happy i moved to san francisco.'

it just kinda slipped out.

ps. what peter said.