Once, about two years ago, I had a couple people over to my apartment uptown to drink red wine and listened to Tom Waits' ballads, which I've always liked better than his irritating pirate ditties. (I prefer my noir maudlin to jaunty.) Once we'd consumed enough wine, we just listened to "Downtown Train" over and over. I liked the part about the
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But maybe I'm being overly cynical.
And you can't live with me either ;-)
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(((poojooj)))
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Sigh. I'm not going to contact her. I do sort of hope she somehow comes across my LJ, though, just so that she knows that I'm just as wounded as she is about the whole mess.
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