He has this friend that likes to make jellyfish drunk until they slide down the rock they were sticking to. When he was in the fourth grade, he had to ask his teacher, Mrs. Robinson, for an extension on a project and started to cry terribly. Mrs. Robinson told him that he’d better marry a nurse, or someone who could take care of him. He has a tattoo between his shoulder blades. Two little notes. They mean peaceful and healthy in Chinese. I sleep like a motherfucking rock beside him, even though he snores from time to time. & like: he used to be a member of the Folio Society. I walk into his room for the first time and I'm all like, "What the fuck? You have all these Folio books on your shelf. What's going ON??" (I thought you were just a guy with a perfect body who liked to wear things ironically from time to time while laughing about it on the inside &tc.). He grins his usual puppy-dog, "I used to be a member, they're so nice, eh?"
Posted by caroline at August 3, 2005 10:28 PMI have to say, I like the boy. Quite a lot. All told, I think he's top shelf.
Attractive, intelligent, humble, funny, stylish, un/shy, mysterious and totally, totally into you. All these features, coupled with his remarkable good looks, make him what I truly believe to be an excellent candidate.
I'm thinking: Yeah. Open up your heart. You little gargoyle. (Margaret Atwood? What?)
Posted by: Xavier at August 4, 2005 9:55 AMThe internet feels empty. You need to fill it up with a juicy dose of your searing wit and sardonic charm.
...as in NOW.
Posted by: Xavier at August 23, 2005 4:58 PMisn't it weird how I got the urge to update the day after you left me that note? :)))))
by the way-bytheway (btw squared): associating any part of me with The Sardonic will make me happier than anything else possible out there. I've looked good and long and it's just lame. Like running into the same person, over and over again, once a week. A person you don't want to see. and to boot, it's always sunny out-- in this nightmare.
xoxoxo