Listening to Morrissey doesn't help.
So I'm making larb.
And I lost 20 dollars today. It disappeared somewhere between 29th & Willamette and 17th & Patterson.
I miss LH. She is in an airplane over the sea (or land) en route to Bangkok.
Me, I have garlic chives, galangal, lemongrass, wild lime leaves, and an empty space.
Oh yeah. I have pork too.
And there's a spicy Laotian salsa in my fridge.
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and new morrissey on its/his way.
I would say something about you having had offers to hang out with someone, but I won't.
I miss you, too, bear. I just got back from the night market, which closes at 7 (!!). Really wish I had been able to spend more than an hour there. It's crazy--saturday market times a million except way cheaper and way awesome-er. Wish I could have shared it with you. You would have flipped. out. I'm going to have to buy another suitcase for all the crap I'm gonna pick up. I was able to get my grub on with a bowl (we're talkin' toshi sized) of fish soup for 30B--about 75 cents. I, silly, ordered "spicy." I think you can imagine how that went : )
Love you more than the slovenians love Wang Chung--
Lxx.
I certainly hope you weren't listening to Morrissey to try and pull yourself out of a depression---that's foolishly optimistic.
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