07.31.02 :: 3:33 pm

$3 margaritas. All night chips and salsa. Ow in the brain today, but worth it.

Some rocky road ahead and I wish we could skip this portion of the ride, but there isn't really anything we can't handle. We're likethis.

Hitchcock film in some park in Brooklyn, I think it will take our minds off the menfolk for a while.

Sometimes I need space, and sometimes come here and never let me out of the perimeter of your arms.

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