thanks for the card mysterious one. i was thinking about you today as i was cataloging books at my internship which is at a sex library. i was cataloging one with the subject AGING and sexuality and then i wondered if you wrote it. bises.
Pepper plum jam and volcanic finishing salt on baguette with French red wine.. a little birthday treat.. fed to you by my long fingernailed worker's hands this Sunday.... See you then...
Nadia, I thought you might enjoy this short love story! Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl "Will you marry me?" The girl said:"NO!" And the girl lived happily ever-after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn't get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn't save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theater, never watched sports, never wore friggin' lacy lingerie that went up her a@@ , had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time. The end.
last week i wrote you an up-all-night 20 page letter. this week i understood it to be an obviously ridiculous thing to send. your report card is still on my refridgerator. i think it's safe to say you can anticipate some form of middle ground to hit your mailbox late this week. it just takes me that long...
Nadia! I know I was not quite in your home land but almost...I had day dreams of you and I traveling across the country and only stopping in obscure little towns to fill every space in our car with antiques and lost love notes.
That sounds like a dream...a few more months in this cold city then it's time for a vacay that consists of bare feet, dusty books unfrozen and cool lemonade.
