November 2011
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Why I Can't Get Along With My Friends...
Me: I’m sorry
He: Bout time
Me: (Click)
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He: (Ringing, then I pick up phone) [Rap-Singing] “She wants all of me or none of me if she can't work with all of me then she say she done with me”
Me: Ok, Drake, you done?
He: [Laughter]
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“If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.”
– The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
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Can I Dress You? →
A sexual encounter appears
“Can I dress you?”
Oh, my heart. Of course you can. Of course, please, just touch me some more, just brush my leg with your hand again.
“You know, people always dress themselves after sex. They say the moral of the story is nobody helps you out once you’re fucked.”
I laugh at this. I guess it’s true. Dressing is always the non-sequitur, the parenthesis of...
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“I hope to outlive my regrets.”
– Bob Logan
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“The good ones go if you wait too long.”
– Drake, ok, I’m trying not to love this CD so much… not working.
If by loving me you meant no call return then I know why you’re my ex and I hold this bitchness to be self-evident and hold you in the highest form of Never—sorry for falling for a hacker’s hypermagic. Sorry for not getting over it, sorry for not being perfect, but someone else will love those imperfections. You say you’re moving on? Guess I should’ve gone the whole way… which would’ve been...
“She says “kiss me like you miss me, fuck me like you hate me
And when...”
– Drake
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