this diary thing keeps me away from pessimism.
i was upset yesterday, i heard kreziazuk's feels like home song and was willing to write a sorrowfull post but i couldn't. i simply couldn't open the page!
which is a good thing.
from my fridays:
- there's a restaurant in a town nearby with fantastic taco's. let's go there, shall we?
- it's 4 a.m., you're aware of it, right?
- yeah! so are we goin'?
as a result:
two hours to get there by three cars,
taco's that happened to be fantastic indeed and heartful by-talks for four hours,
two more hours back to boston riding by turns.
got an e-mail from a colleague with lovers in japan by coldplay attached.
that's my japanese song. remembered tokyo at once.
and a short ps 'our fast and furious young miss is careering about as usual?'.
yeah, young miss will get the most out of life, she'll blossom out, just you wait.