A little girl came up to me in Victory and whispered in my ear that she liked my pink shoes. I told her thankyou, they're fun to dance in, and she laughed.

I was thinking about my AP essay during work today, dreaming of poetry and semantics and stopping at the counter to write lines on the back of postcards. I was daydreaming and threw out two forks and put a paper cup in the silverware bucket, and Andre chuckled amiably and said something in Spanish. He has curly hair and wears jeans like Stephen does.

My hair is short now. I can't tie it in knots, but it falls in my eyes when I laugh. Miles brushes it back and tells me he loves me. We wached for bats yesterday - the sky was overcast and you could see them swooping- but when I looked back down he was just smiling with his eyes closed.




ash @ 10:54 PM