I've been feeling a bit like Charlotte in Lost In Translation. Long sleepless nights countered by days in the city where I feel like I might just be eaten up by all of the unfamiliar things around me. I've got one eye on the look out for Billy Murray in a neon yellow teeshirt. No one will ever be able to say I wasn't ready for my sweet affair.
The wind beats on my window at night, and it sounds like a train. I listen to it when I lie awake at night-- I try to decipher words in the moans. I wonder what we will discuss tonight.
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Hey sweets,
Just wanted to check in with you. Seems like you've been pretty "blogged" down, get it?
It's just like Nam really. You need to draw a line in the sand Kelly. "Across this you do not...And dude, Chinamen is not the prefered nomenclature. Asian American."
Eddieeeeee <3
I wore the achiever shirt last night while lying around, watching the royal tenenbaums. Your message has made me a happy girl. I hope you had a nice new year : )
Forget Scarlett,
You're b e a u t i f u l.
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