I Hope We Both Die, Hand In Unlovable Hand

The past weeks have been quiet an experience. I've met many types of people, many different personalities, and tasted a bit of different cultures. Every morning my roommate wakes me up a bit after seven thirty and I hop into the shower. Soon after I head off for breakfast, after putting clothes on, of course. I go through the lunch line, hope for a disco tray and usually don't get one (I've gotten three so far, I want one more before I leave). I ask for eggs and pile a load of white rice atop and thus is my signature breakfast, as Jonathan calls it. Jonathan... Since he came up... I mean, I could write a novella about him this far. He's mostly sweet words, soft hair, beautiful brains and the like. I have become very fond of his person, his mind, his everything. In the past few days we have done some emotional growing with one another and I believe we have much more coming this way, or better yet, us coming its way.


I'm not done, I just can't write anything because its all happening right fucking now!