I see you, the only one who knew me, and now your eyes see through me, I guess I was wrong. So what now? It’s plain to see we’re over, and I hate when things are over, when so much is left undone.

Heh. Breakfast at Tiffany’s is on right now. Yes, I know it’s nothing but a cheezy pop song from some one-hit wonder of the mid-90s but I love this song. Maybe I like it so much because I love, love, love the movie so much and I even enjoyed the truman capote novella the movie was based on. Maybe I like it so much because it reminds me of that summer in wisconsin before my second senior year of college. Reminds me of hopping in kristen’s red jeep with the top down and driving, aimlessly in search of adventure. Ending up in some podunk bar somewhere, drinking leinies out of frosted mugs, giving the bartender a buck for the beer and getting change back. Me and kristen with our tanned summer shoulders, messed up, windblown hair held off our faces by sunglasses drank beers with men who could have been our grandfathers. I can’t remember the name of the town. It was one of those towns where the bars outnumbered the churches and the population sign didn’t have more than 3 digits on it. I remember driving back, singing breakfast at tiffany’s at the top of our lungs. Stopping at the Norske Nook for meatloaf and pie. I really need a red jeep, don’t you think?