no need to cry "ice queen," if you can call that crying. even if the woman who spurred the emotional meltdown voted for obama, you still won (albeit by a slim margin). so let's all just get along and keep the dramatic segments to a minimum. but i guess anything goes for you, as long as you win. and for crying out loud, won't you give bill an on camera kiss?
update: thank you jon stewart for this.
on a different note and writing style, i really do miss the open space of the lone star state. since i've moved out to new york, i can rarely look up and see open skies. just the other day, i laid out on a hammock and let the pace of a quiet saturday afternoon gently tug my eyelids closed. the simple breeze and texas sunset blanketed me while i fell asleep on the balcony. the only sound i could hear was the distant rustling of cars from the highway. its good to be back home.
bhurin
playlist:
attack in black - marriage
against me! - acoustic EP
reading:
the wind-up bird chronicle - haruki murakami
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