"and only _______ could make a birthday mix cd that segues from magnetic fields into nurse with wound into antony and the johnsons. i love that girl."

God, I miss you. I must forget, I really must. More dreams: I remember the last one about you, it was oh, two and a half months ago. In it, I chased you around dark city streets. You alluded me, until we came to a museum. I followed you inside, and finally got you into a tiny booth with me. I said, "I love you, I love you", and you struggled in my arms, but I was finally able to get you to submit to me. We held each other tightly for a long period of time, but you then vanished shortly thereafter.

This is so terribly personal. I might delete it later. I am feeling quite impetuous.