this evening while we were at the circus he told me that if i don't meet my true love this year, we can get married...in three years. maybe by then he'll be fifteen years older and straight.
the alternative pretend new prospect is all lou reed and cocteau twins...and married.
one day, some day...
at least it's not boring around here
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- this is a blog about the tragic joke that is my love life and also sometimes some other stuff. it's not nonsense to me, but it probably is to you. that's kinda the point.
the trail of my delusions...it's more fun if you start from the beginning, which is the end.