kmac came to the city and i got to see her! heid picked me up and we went to starbucks for drinks and laughs and admiring glances at kmac's new motorcycle jacket.
which i apparently can't say. it came out something like "i love your motel-cyker jacket." blagh.
also, i can't hear.
heidi told me she was doing ... well, i thought she said shats. i was surprised that our friendship had reached that level, until she noticed my disturbed silence and corrected me. stats.
things to work on: