Woah. I miss...(here it comes)...The Man. Although, I never really call him that. Shit, I miss him like effin crazy. Allofasudden, far away from home. I want to sit in room 19 doing a Steinbeck class. Mulling over the "working marriage" bit. I think it was that Hipster community quote that set me off right now - "He was as blue as his shirt", wearing his dark blue shirt and looking like a mellow ol' fellow from a badly translated French short story. Jeez. Whatta a hormonal post.
I am in the suburbs now.