The Boy Looked At Johnny
January 31, 2003. Night.
Not to get too precious, but I consider the following
Life in Louisville at the moment is very much an Olympic
sycnchronized swimming event: completely innocuous, blandly
pleasant, well-rehearsed. Going through the motions.
It's too precious, I know.
Jessy, dear, you're the best thing going on. I went to
visit her in Philly last weekend and had just a splendid
time, doing silly things, making out and watching movies.
And then: back in the pool!