if i measure my time in broken-hearts (and i do), san francisco, you gave me three.

dear los angeles,

how many do you have for me?

"now that it's gone
it's like it  wasn't there at all"

the boy: "you think i hate everything, don't you?"

me: "yeah, so tell me something you like."

the boy: "i like you."

i'd still like a list of other things he likes, but this seems like it was a good place for him to start...

in the past two days three men have told me i'm pretty.  none of them was you.

edit: make that four....

i'm sad
i'm done
i'm drunk

did i win this fight?

I don't know why I got myself into this, all I know is there is no graceful way out.

 Best in class materials:

Floor.

bwahahaha

i let you use my toothbrush
and if i don't see you again
i'm going to be pissed.

xo,

s

Kelvina's thoughts on whether I should go to Hong Kong to work:
"there need good teacher here especially english"

oh kelvina, teeheehee.  i miss you!