2001-06-25 :: 2:19 p.m.
Eat in the sunshine. Smoke under a tree. Or vice versa.
Summerbugging in the most major of ways. Feet don't even want to go into shoes these days. So glowful, in fact, that Wilmer at Basic asked "Girl, you pregnant, aren't you?"
It's all about the armaroundshoulder walking at six pm, lately. And ten cigarettes in gazebos, light-dotted backyards.