oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

02.28.2004 | 12:52 am

i broke down on the train to southtown. not one blazing soul around. eleven to your seven.

when i least expect it there is suddently the smell of summer. the warm, dry air that is brown grass and a breeze i haven't felt since last july.

tonight we drove around town, filling the car with our breath and bad music. maybe we'll turn ourselves in some day, but for now, girls' night out is the best secret of my life.

go on drone