The ones about love
The ones about men
Friday Party #347
The Wizard of Uz
Taking One 4 the Team
Leap and the Net Will Appear
Really what I miss? You'll think it's strange - but the heat.
By missing the heat, I mean it in two ways now that I think of it:
old hovel: roaring blaze of gas heat for my comfort new hovel: radiator heat from a space heater
Other than that, I don't miss old hovel a bit anymore. It's like everything (so much is like everything): I romanticize and cling and then when given space to adjust, I adjust.
I freak out, but c'est normal.
In other heat missings - I can't wait to experience the wet heat of the south. Can you believe it? I love jumping off the airplane and breathing that smothering air.