garamondyo

This skin... I don't know. It feels so Dwell Magazine. I miss the chintz and the bubblegum bordello.
Dunno.

I found this while cleaning out a carry on bag today. I believe I found someone's itinerary in the seatback pocket which had been used as an ersatz journal...

"The bag I paked for a weekend out of this town somehow forgot a pen. After asking a man in a mesh hat to borrow his, he said, "You can use it slowly if you wish." The sun is setting throughthe windows of terminal 80 and I've just realized I'm to board a TINY plane. Strange to realize I share the assumption that bigger is better: I am, as I seemingly have a tendency of, nostalgic about everything I encounter at the airport: A man, smelling of cucumbers, reminds me I was in 8th grade once. (I can hear a woman's shoes through the ambient noise in my earphones)"

Tries too hard. I'm gonna see if I can find her on mySpace. Hee hee.

As a result I think I will be leaping into inappropriate territory.

Further Bulletins As Events Warrant.

for you, a picture of my bro -



this camera on my macbook thrills and worries me. I totally feel like I'm probably being monitored