trophy boys, trophy wives

Jan 30, 2007 09:02

It took me until today to feel completely recovered from this weekend of glorious irresponsibility. No regrets, however ( Read more... )

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avehoward January 30 2007, 15:20:10 UTC
Amen. There is no romance in life anymore. Pity.

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orange_roses January 31 2007, 03:27:15 UTC
AGREED.

If you liked girls, I'd totally let you take me out to dinner. Hell, I'd let you take me out to dinner anyway, then we definitely won't copulate.

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alexman January 31 2007, 04:53:15 UTC
never say never, dahling

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cor_blimey January 31 2007, 04:10:21 UTC
May I direct you to the attention of an old Liz Phair song called 'Fuck and Run'? A sample of the lyrics:
"And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love cause he's in it?"

Sigh. They might have always had Paris in Casablanca, but we'll always have Montreal.

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alexman January 31 2007, 04:52:25 UTC
Yes. Montreal and golden gypsy pants.

"can we split our wishes three ways?"
"doesn't that make 9?"

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