they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
it had a Spanish theme, + MAY 8. 2003 = turn to 01
+ re: Why I am not Worthy of New-Not-So-Faux Friend's Attention. A List. _ My rejection of his offer to take me out for a drink . The rejection of many Offers on many Different Occasions. Underline the time after we spent hrs+ stuck in a basement trying to salvage books from the lake left by a burst pipe. _My lofty & insincere replies to his most probing questions (I simply can't tell you why I don't take sugar in my coffee, listen to the Doors, or finish my short stories). _ The pages and pages I didn't type on the 1934 Underwood , despite the fact I promised. _The song lyrics I didn't write to the music on the CD he sent (though , to be fair, I did write a few stanzas which included Marc Jacobs for his benefit ). _The fact that I've treated him like a s l i m y guy who just wanted to get into my pants. Then today, in my online account I find this email from him (though I fervently
deny the part about the Guiness): dear sparks, In NoHo this morning, walking the wet pavement�to Streeter's to pick up a box for 'A Separate Peace', and I�am�followed and�overtaken by recollections of the day I met you at the Academy bus stop in the spring�rain, and we drank bitter coffee�in the window of�the Italian Bakery, and we talked about our Father's and the fallout of their sudden retirements, and then we drank Guiness at La Veracruzana (though you really wanted a BBC ale).��Was a�day just like today. yrs, �dev
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