sofreshsoclean

everyone always tells me it's impossible. they say that you should just forget it and treat it like an elegant distraction. but when you live everyday with the full bounty of compacted experience, you know what you know when you know it. i bide my time 'til the next time, knowing that the next few "next times" might turn into something more. it's sappy stuff. but we're all striving for sappy stuff, you included.

in other news...it's fucking hot still. i wish it would just go away.

london, tomorrow thru saturday.