Saturday, March 22, 2014
Friday night on Agricola I stopped at the crosswalk seeing someone behind the telephone poll fidgeting for a cigarette. You had on a pea coat with a short fur trim collar. As you walked across the crosswalk lighting your cigarette and drawing from it and finally looking at me with the most genuinely happy and beautiful smile ever.
Glad I stopped, you made my night after an 8 hour shift.
—Silver Sonata
Friday, March 21, 2014
Big sloppy Russian cheek kisses to the fantastic cab driver with the crazy hair and khorosho taste in tunes who crossed my path this morning. Spassibo bolshoi, Tovaritsch. —Uncle Vanya
The day is getting closer. The epic journey is soon to be a reality. The kilometers continued to add up, but soon they will be bringing us together again. This cupcake is coming home. See you soon love! —Cupcake
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Don't you feel as if you are in that movie everyday? —Cameo in my life
So I got arrested on St Patrick's day, you can probably guess why.
I just wanted to thank the officers who put up with my no doubt rampant assholery in order to keep me safe and keep the peace. I don't exactly remember what happened so chances are I deserved to get locked up.
Sorry for being the likely most annoying and asinine part of your job! —Tanked
I was at the hospital yesterday visiting someone. On my way out, I thought about you and the times you were my triage nurse whenever I had gone to the emergency department (unfortuante but true) and how you just give me ALL the butterflies. As I was leaving the parking lot yesterday, I looked up just as you were crossing the street, black coat, black hat. Made my day...you're dreamy. —justme
Love. So much love. My people. That's who you are. You head butted my heart, and it shattered. Wanna go for a walk? Stonehenge? Pride rock? Gondor? Let's put Tom In the trunk of the car, and go get breakfast. Friends forever. —Ginger Bitch
You look like a mix of James Vanderbeek/Mr. Incredible.
Watching you swim and work out makes my time at the gym we both belong to worth while. Put your ear phones out and talk to me! —Dot
...Running silent, running deep...to obfuscate the moon and stars..? Ruminations on a situation that up until now was almost inconceivable... this is love like I have never known...it will not go away.. —..a table for one...
To the beautiful person who plays the fiddle out of their window for the people walking on Barrington Street: You make the world a more interesting place, and my mornings a little brighter. I love to look up, and see you there, with with a big smile on your face, playing your music for the world. What if more people did that? Wouldn't that be something? —Walking to Work