I wish he could be my boyfriend. Well, I already have one, and I like him. But I wish I could sit in his lap while he drinks whiskey and "I Fall To Pieces" plays over and over again.
Is that weird?
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Usually by about 3 I have little to no recollection of the things I did that very morning
But 1ish I can remember. See, in the process of returning a framed poster to its owner for my boss, I was walking said very large, framed poster to my car - a rather absurd display because of the wind today. But just as I crossed the street, I locked eyes with a man in double denim (pant and jacket!) and a white Fu Manchu that extended far below his chin. SWOON!
I wish he could be my boyfriend. Well, I already have one, and I like him. But I wish I could sit in his lap while he drinks whiskey and "I Fall To Pieces" plays over and over again.
Is that weird?
I wish he could be my boyfriend. Well, I already have one, and I like him. But I wish I could sit in his lap while he drinks whiskey and "I Fall To Pieces" plays over and over again.
Is that weird?
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