Posted by: missconstrued on: February 18, 2008
I love Hong Kong. I know I have said that so many times it is sickening, but it is true. Know what I love about it?
Author’s Note: To feel the proper feeling of annoyance that I intended, hire a small child to poke you with their pointer finger right on your arm where the muscles [...]
Posted by: missconstrued on: October 3, 2007
Oh, Carita, how I miss you.
I hadn’t thought about you in awhile. Yes. I know you’re dead. I was trying not to wallow in it. You know me.
But it’s funny how a song can pull you back into a moment in a second.
We were sitting at a table in between band sets and your song [...]
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