Saturday, December 13, 2008
Like sunny-side up eggs hanging on a fuckin' nail
It was sometime between 12:40am and 3:14am when all the wine was gone.
Note to self: waiting around for someone to be missing you is torture.
You know that it was so poetic. There were words to describe your emotions that you hadn't learned.
And you forgot everything that you wanted to say.
You is me.
Posted by Simply Chuck at 12:14 AM