Thursday, April 9, 2009

The other night we had a date, and you showed up two hours late; although you hair was all in place, someone had smeared their lipstick on your face

Sometimes I wish you didn't read my blog, so that I could write about you. I could write about you anyway, but it would be too obvious. Fail.


Photo: Yelena Yemchuk


...and now you're probably wondering if this post is about you. That amuses me. Always at your expense.

8 comments:

  1. Thanks dude now I am super paranoid (yes me the p one) as i was talking to you when you wrote this.
    Snoop

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  2. ;p you're always so enigmatic in your posts...

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  3. Some poor boy is in paranoia right now.

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  4. Snoop: is it about you..or isn't it? hmm

    Orhan Kahn: Maybe a boy, maybe a girl. Maybe a donky, if they read blogs. But they don't, so I guess it's not a donkey.

    tis serendipity: I like that ;)

    Cas: I know. Ha. Isn't it great?

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