13 hours later and another time zone. It's still Gabriel.

I can't seem to find a way to take a shower or brush my teeth to be done with you. In the morning, I will let you go. I hope you sleep better tonight than I will.

Remember your pinky promise.

and just so you know that i know
that you know that i know...

"getting old" is not a euphamism for "being lazy".

i love it when a guy remembers what you say.
but more than this, i love it when,
after a series of direct questions meant to dissect and categorize their intentions or motives, they gently remind me:
"i'm not that smart."

i am one of those ladies that forgets that's an option.
sad, really, because it is so simple. and so honest.

i've found that the men i have loved the most and longest
have turned out to be the ones that make exceptional fathers.

so at least there's that.

g.p. cole, bryan nelson and mike bond: you have medals in my book.

last night he said if i was in ireland i would be shot.
"don't wear those glasses in my home town; you look like an 80s russian spy."
for some reason, he really liked them, though.

a note about korea:

yawns are not contagious here.

almost 27 out of every almost 30 people counted have attached earlobes.

oh, and if peripheral vision is a given human skill, as a rule it is not used here.
so if you are in ninja school, this is the place to be.

i was gonna,
but now i ain't.

it wasn't the best part, but the most memorable was
standing the the middle of a packed, smelly dance floor with some londoner
who decided we should play hot potato during the refrain.
he danced like a beastie boy, so i played along.
wish i could remember his name.

oh,
and don't ever ever ever ever
get soap in your ears.

a month of misery, that.

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