Ned Who?
There are only two men for whom I would leave my Emerson-attending beau.
Here they are:
I'm not the only one who notices this, right? That slowly the two loves of my life have been merging into one even more perfect man who sings heartbreaking ballads through a mouthful of gravel and has a rocket of an arm which he sometimes uses to throw into triple coverage? That IS what's going on here, right?
Here they are:
I'm not the only one who notices this, right? That slowly the two loves of my life have been merging into one even more perfect man who sings heartbreaking ballads through a mouthful of gravel and has a rocket of an arm which he sometimes uses to throw into triple coverage? That IS what's going on here, right?
posted by Diana Dare @ 11:42 PM
1 Comments:
At 10:01 AM,
BooM said…
Nance. We need to talk. One of your loves is from The State That Will Not Be Named. On Team That Will Not Be Named. And, I fear further investigation into this reveals that you cannot possibly be from the same place as me and love him! Ergo, you're a poseur and will be shot!
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