May 04, 2005 21:57
Saw 'a beautiful ginger friend called Benedict' at the swimming pool again. It's not Benedict, but that's the point. He laughed. I melted.
Inspired to not keep quiet, like everyone else will do as soon as tomorrow's over and they can stop caring.
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david's written a song about him.
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We sat depressed all the way to the airport, where other than a small fire (well friction smoke) nothing exciting happened at all.
KIT. Our true chance. I imagine we would have followed him to some rich boy shops and he'd be trying on rich boy pants when he'd notice me and david in the same changing room as him.. and he'd decide to come and live with us for ever and ever. and ... bring his beautiful friend benedict home for tea every night
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