My favorite possession isn't really mine. I stole it. It's a plain white t-shirt that Raul was wearing the last night we were together. It smells like him! (... And probably a hundred million other guys because he wears AXE!)
Well, I didn't actually steal it. I accidently packed it, and I'm not sure how. But I'm sure glad that I did. True confession: I sleep with it every night-- it has replaced Cuddly the teddy bear.
Meanwhile, he's somewhere in Colombia smuggling dru-- I MEAN "playing in an orchestra."
Just to be clear on that last post, watching the sunset at Playa Brasilito WAS one of the happiest moments of my life... The wednesday when I posted that photo was not.
Life consists mostly of studying Spanish and for the LSAT now. Friendly people, save me from myself!
In other news, Rafa is back in town, so we'll be dancing friday, finally!
I plan to get my life in order again and come out of this depressive stupor of missing Raul and coping with my family. Long conversations with Nick are really helping. (Y)
Surprisingly, I don't have anything cheesy or ideological to say. Enjoy a picture of a real live Costa Rican monkey, and another of a really hot couple:

Tuesday, July 26, 2005
It's been so long, but you haven't changed a bit!
Posted by jo at 10:01 PM
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You sleep with his shirt? How obnoxious.
I know! It's disgusting that some people find meaningful relationships and attach sentimental value to objects associated with them. I mean-- what is that, a sign of human tenderness and frailty? I abhor it.
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