people in love want only love. even at the cost of pain.

today i am wandering around aimlessly in san francisco, but earlier i had a 2 hour coffee hang with my newest friend kyle, who happens to be dating my friend also called kyle. i am feeling niether witty nor funny nor smart, but the weather is so totally great it kinda doesn't matter. not much to report, tomorrow i have a date with walter the straightedge bartender to go skate. is this travel life just the same thing as santa fe life only with new people and architecture? no, its just that i end up talking about such things because the rest of everything has yet to be categorized by words in my brain. but maybe that's it?