i'm not sure this is what you wanted

Jan 06, 2005 13:40

Before it all, a wish for one who's held my heart, that hers will always burn as bright and proud and joyful as it does now. Happy Birthday, Joey ( Read more... )

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jeremy_sisto January 6 2005, 22:59:40 UTC
It only makes you an asshole if you asked her to marry you first. Otherwise it's expected. Or maybe I'm saying that because that night sounds like a thousand of mine and it makes me feel better about myself to justify yours.

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rorycochrane January 7 2005, 11:03:33 UTC
I think there are people out there who cannot make a distinction between fucking and other forms of sex. I don't see the point of staying over if I don't want anything else. Either way, I'm in good company, it appears.

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joeylaurenadams January 7 2005, 00:23:50 UTC
:') Thank you, Rory. <3

I rarely know who you are speaking of, but through it all I've never thought you to be an asshole.

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rorycochrane January 7 2005, 11:04:13 UTC
I'm not so sure I'm always certain myself. But thank you for that. I hope your day was a good one. I have a little something but I'm waiting until I actually see you next. Sigh, that icon.

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joeylaurenadams January 7 2005, 11:06:09 UTC
You're welcome. Where are you? I'll be in London until Monday, then in Vegas for a week, then back here. I used it just for you. Here's a double take.

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g_gershon January 7 2005, 05:18:29 UTC
I wish she was me. Then again, I wouldn't have let you leave.

Thanks. I owe you one.

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rorycochrane January 7 2005, 11:05:07 UTC
I wish she was you, too. I wouldn't have been inclined to.

Don't think I won't collect.

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g_gershon January 7 2005, 15:27:23 UTC
I was hoping you'd say that.

I'm looking forward to it.

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rorycochrane January 18 2005, 16:55:03 UTC
I was walking down the street last night and I turned my head because I swore the woman walking past me was you. Later, when I thought about it, it wasn't so much that she looked like you, although the physical resemblance was more than fleeting. It was the way she carried herself, the tilt of her head and the jut of her chin. I wasn't the only one that looked twice because she had the kind of presence that demanded it.

It made me hurt in places I hadn't expected when I realized it wasn't. I'm tired of mirages.

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