14 Mar 2011 22:44 ♥ 3
Seven hours since you went away,
Eleven coffees, Ricki Lake on play,
But late at night when I’m feeling blue,
I’d sell my ass before I think of you.
Sometimes, Our Hero falls into this man-hating mood, and then one of my guiltiest of pleasures cathartically justifies everything about that mood.
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