he grabbed my arm, looked into my eyes
and insisted i promise to leave him my sweater in my will
(sometimes it pays to dress like a cute little skater boy)
later he called me beautiful, handed me a gauloise
and then threw himself into the arms of another
(the good ones know better than to mistake me for a french woman when there's a real one at my side)
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About Me
- monkey
- 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.