swirling around

corey and ye:

such a lovely surprise. corey i no longer am holding a grudge against you for the sick brit x mas email thingy you sent out last year. we can be close again. but far.

so savannah hellos. this morning i left the house and found about 15 spent matches, a bag of open and still crisp cheetos and a smashed crack pipe on my porch. this is not unusual. maybe the quantity of matches is, as most crackheads around seem to know what they are doing, and that kind of waste is ridiculous.

before i turn this into an email, let me just say hi, all's well in filmville (mostly).

how are you?

joshua