Picture.
So... today we get the commemorative picture, as it's looking like as of the 5 pm meeting, this'll be the end of it.
Oh god.
I am so bad at stuff like this.
"Uh... I realised... we're friends. Who happen to have sex. About once a week, because that's the only time we see each other. So... is it ok if we hang out? But I'm not your girlfriend anymore? So I can do stuff without worrying about the 'I don't think we're on the same page' speech? And if the only place I kiss you is on the cheek?"
*cue Bright Eyes song*
Gah... I can't believe that thing used to be my breakup song, circa high school. Bloody Conor Oberst breaking into sobs mid-lyric. Cecca and I would sit around and just wallow wallow wallow (until I started laughing.) So great.
Except I don't think this is drunk-worthy. We'll see.
posted by Alex @ 15:17
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Thanks for the Neruda props! I think I'm going to do a Thursday thing of posting two poems once a week, so stop by anytime and check 'em out. You know he's really hardly known in the UK? I never heard of him until Il Postino came out. So we're all behind the curve on that one. I was so suprised to see how high his amazon.com rankings were, compared to .co.uk.
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