when I think, I think in a Birmingham
accent.
for the record, I miss you
terribly
and it feels weird having you not
be.
for the record, you're the most
incredible human being.
for the record, I have a bit of a
thing for you, and you make
the barge much less
treacherous.
for the record, I miss how my
house felt before you moved in.
for the record, when you talk
like that
it makes me feel like a fucking
teenager.
for the record, you
make me want to starve. Not that I'd
ever tell you
to your
face.
for the record, I hate her.
just a bit.
for the record, you aren't trying hard
enough.
for the record, I don't tell you
the truth. ever. I'm not doing better.
Monday, August 29, 2011
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