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foxtongueMichael and I are huddled like literate junkie street kids around the stolen wireless outside Andrew's apartment. Andrew, however, is apparently on Denman street. Eating sushi. The death food.
Michael is being a rebel without a cause, as I say he shouldn't. It's too silly with his black leather jacket. Especially with that hair of his. What is he thinking? When he was writing his entry, I was reading Murakami. Sputnik Sweetheart. A woman walked past us, looking confused, but not minding us. She stepped over my second rate pastries and smiled. She had thick ankles.
Now Michael's singing endearments to the wall. I don't know if he's making up the song, but I doubt it. He says it's from the internet.
Michael is being a rebel without a cause, as I say he shouldn't. It's too silly with his black leather jacket. Especially with that hair of his. What is he thinking? When he was writing his entry, I was reading Murakami. Sputnik Sweetheart. A woman walked past us, looking confused, but not minding us. She stepped over my second rate pastries and smiled. She had thick ankles.
Now Michael's singing endearments to the wall. I don't know if he's making up the song, but I doubt it. He says it's from the internet.
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Date: 2006-04-20 05:00 am (UTC)He's trying to rush, but it's a herding cats sort of situation.
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Date: 2006-04-20 07:26 am (UTC)Lesson I have learned: find out where Andrew is before heading to his apartment. Although I think my entertainment was worth your suffering.
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Date: 2006-04-20 03:40 pm (UTC)