i enjoy letters from the south, especially when they contain articles of mr. w.k.

you are missed, and you know it.

in other news, geoffrey brought a bane shirt back from krazyfest for me. it's more than large on me, to which he says, "now you can always sleep with a part of me..." how funny.

i saw my favorite (sometimes) boys last night. and it was fun, just like last summer. nothing beats sitting on the back porch smoking black and milds, drinking warm cans of pop and watching crank yankers. i love those kids, even if we are so different.

my feet are dirty from being barefoot outside. because, really, who the hell needs shoes when it's nearly 100 outside anyway?