so a summer fling from the UK invites me to bebo, not just a mailing list forward crap either, a actual invite....jesus, I say because shes cute but insane, we had the most wonderful time but she killed the end.....fuck, I'll get back to you.
theres always these breaking moments in time when you realize who you are, then you forget, then the depression hits, but then you eat a bucket of iced-cream!! and everythings all better. this has nothing to do with me by the way.
anyway, I'm back in vancouver and I'm already bored of LJ.