wrangled and wrinkled.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

I'm going to a jazz concert tonight. Alone. Like a creepy old man. But at least the girl asked me if I wanted a student ticket. This means I still have street cred.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

The smell of fire places and bonfires burning. It makes me so sappy. I wish I had someone to be sappy with.