Hola New Life

i suppose i should say this as well.
friday was adorable and tasty at my favorite restaurant with a smell of hookah most unlike mine. i discovered today the owner came 5 months ago and opened the restaurant 3 months ago. he is something, alright. the night was spent with me witnessing a game of backgammon, talking about tom robbins, nestling, taking about the existence of flakiness, and content indecision for a very long time. i was pleased and torn as i think was the general vibe.
saturday was spent sleeping and having a stir fry with a very important missing ingredient and a pirated dvd that stopped working and sleeping until the wee hours, napping more, and falling asleep early.
sunday was full of what sundays should always be full of, and unless i have a very special reason to bop around the weee hours of the night on saturday, i prefer low-key saturdays to any other kind. the rest of the week i see as being more worthy of spending the twilight hours, and i especially love my sundays. we went to the ecological reserve just a stone's throw away. inside of the park that day: my favorite smiley girl without teeth and a plan, a rock beach that sat upon what is almost the ocean on piles of what used to be and is garbage, roller skaters, yummy snacks, stray pups who run to you in the grass just to lay down by you for a while, some nooks, some jokes, some great analogies.
i discovered my favorite base rhyme is -ap. at least for now. the rest of the day i had another dish that lacked luster that you think would be a companion of creativity, missa, and alex handing out slices of pizza to a milonga in the background. i want sunday backkkk