Fast Times

HEIDI


what to say?
i love you. 1993 i believe, campbell house, university college london, bloomsbury. rats abound in the kitchen. well, it is student residence, afterall. fortitude. builds up the spirit and all that. am really not impressed by the people there, least of all my room-mate who seems to fornicating with the frequency of a rabbit in OUR room, the size of well, it's very small. i was bopping about one weekend, donning what was to become my favourite outfit in and out of school/residence: my pyjamas. i see heidi. something compels me to go up to her. drag her to the livingroom where there was a tv, force her to watch in the name of the rose and never leave her side. well, we've been friends ever-since.i could bang on about all her wonderful qualities but that would make her bashful since i intend to tell her the second i'm done with this that i've posted her up. though i haven't seen her as much as i should have over the years, she had an overdose of me recently in london and rome. by the look on her face that might have been enough.