i want to ask him to marry me. i WON'T, of course because christ knows i just got out of that and anyway, i'm acting like an infatuated teenaged girl, but y'know
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if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you & me. it can be anything you want, either good or bad.
when you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog & be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
it's no fun fighting with jeff anymore. i sent him a message saying 'you smell like an elephant's *expletive deleted*' aaand all he said was 'so?' i guess we're grown up now. :p
he said, you've been adored but you've never been loved. that's all i wanted then, though. champagne instead of warm milk. your fingers in my hand, the fog, the watery december sun.
you want to know something weird? my great-great grandmother was a creole woman from new orleans. i've probably got jagged bits of ancestor bones floating around in sewage down there.