leaving

im leaving here for a week to go to mexico-my dad's little adventure. nothing luxurious...i'll probably drink the water because taylor won't be there to remind me not to.

taylor is important to me, taylor is the possible way of the future. or i could forget about her in a year-its two extremes, but we like to pretend it's the former. she's afraid of funny things but i like that. she's really effortless for the most part, especially the way she talks. everything actually. we're mutually cultural, but different facets. we're fine with doing nothing at all and shit's never awkward no matter how quiet (this is important.) we don't need to converse (literally or in the new agey- sense), we can just sit. and it'd be fine. we could sit for the rest of our lives on the red couch to the immediate left of me and it's be fine.



so there's a blur video and my two cents on taylor...cos i told her it'd be there.

see you in a week
(if i am to die, like usual, all my possessions are up for grabs)