1:33 p.m. - 2003-05-20
Trauma and the little things
Wine fest was festive. I met a cute boy. Made out with the one of the best smoochers in an alcove while escaping the freezing rain at 3:00 in the morning on a deserted street waiting for a cab. This man is becoming a strange habit - and I like it. I love my weird little relationships while I'm waiting for something better to come along. And I think its mutual -- for now.
