The notorious St John’s Formal
I think there comes a point when love just isn’t enough anymore and I think we’ve reached that point.
The boy sent me a link and commented, “Now you’re famous.”
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mysterious rolls of fat have begin to appear on the front of the belly after two days of decadent, indulgent living. the boy and i had plans to visit the sea for the weekend, but as it turned out, we spent the weekend cooking and eating as much as we spent our time in bed, leaving the house only to replenish our groceries.
roast chicken on friday, chicken salad on saturday and pasta arrabiarta tonight, interspersed with the hourly snacks of chips, home-made garlic bread, waffles, kisses, watermelon, more kisses.
life in santiago has taken on stable structure ever since the boy returned from Bulgaria. we spend most nights at home, playing Billy Joel in the living room, concocting some form of dinner while Santiago rushes pass us from the outside.
i’m 21, living the summer of my life in a dusty, hungry city. i’m loved and in love. there’s not much more i can ask for.
