midnite my luv

memos written to noone but thought notes processed thru phone, dear me should i have stayed home? and watched home movies rather than sit in mexiville listening to a persistant accordion and tuuuuuuba? i can spot skinheads in the room, are they racist or loving? i dont know how to finish that sentence and now with some 10 odd minutes to spare, i will takeon the hardest mission; finding the cheapest beer store on times sq ~sometimes life is so tragic~. ihope this trecherous trechery is worth is. show me a good time nyc.. very few good times you have.. said yoda.

written last night on my phone. and to answer your curiosity, NO, last night was not that great and i lost my wallet and have to go to the dmv. wonderful.