Monday, June 7, 2010

The prude in every movie makes out with their own hand.

I'm similarly repressed at the moment--and I'm sorry to do this to you, Blogspot, but tonight, you're my hand.

I love you.

I love your posture, your garden path stories, your laugh. And I'll say it publicly, and awkwardly, and address it to you anonymously. I love you.

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