"but last night i held you in my arms and i started to cry..."
i was going to write a lengthy post about the events that transpired this weekend, but i decided against it. 95% of my 3.5 day weekend was fantastic. the 5% not means nothing, or will mean nothing soon. i will write that i am deliriously happy with my new place. shortly after arriving home tonight, i heard the ice cream truck through the booms and bangs and i stood in line for a scoop of vanilla ice cream in a waffle cone and then stood next to my neighbors to watch the sparkles of fireworks climb and then trickle down the sky.
ps. having my records and my record player in my room is fantastical and something i will never go without again.
