Kyle MacLachlan, skipping--literally--across 7th Avenue at Bleeker Street. InWhySee. Endless passersby stared at K.M., who cavorted across the crosswalk so ebulliently while chatting on his cell. Weird outfit, too: tight white pants, white boat sneakers and a navy and white, horizontal-striped, long-sleeve shirt. Perhaps the conversationalist on the other end of the line informed him that, yes, he can be a sailor when he grows up."
I don't know why I don't feel well, I have my guesses but then, I've not been able to quench whatever it is inside of me that I feel like i'm lacking... I get this feeling a lot, this restless, empty, never knowing what to do next feeling. I hate waiting.