its just another one of those ' i don't feel like i belong here ' emotions. i was just wondering, maybe i'll feel at home on an icy Parisian winter night walking along the closed boutiques of the Champs Elysees by myself, sipping on some whiskey.maybe when it burns its way down the throat, all the way to the stomach - i will remember the warmth of the many friends i have back on some tiny tropical island, realize my mistake and go home. but what if i do find peace in the solitude of the night of a foreign land - all alone - what then?

by the way, weiming is slutty and bhb, assuming that 'be nice and friendly like a -ahem- certain someone' is refering to himself. yes it is, but you are still such a dick - sigh. i think that is why i am such great pals with you. back to the game plan.