"But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong, nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight."

-Hemingway

Crossed paths
Mixed signals
Missed opportunities
Misunderstandings
Mental hangovers
and
Too much time to think.

Thanks for the support, Dad.

Sometimes I deeply 
underestimate my 
ability to create messes 
where none were before...

There's nothing quite like zipping through the city in a Parisian cab on a Saturday night to make a girl feel alive (and/or about to die).  Jesus christ, these people don't fuck around.

Obviously.

Still working on the "editing" part...

Happy Birthday To Me

Spending the morning battling with myself...
These things never end well.