Sunday, October 22, 2006

she smoked mentholated cigarettes and she had sex in the hall

Today I am mainly wishing that I knew somone I could send the following email to:

Dear Someone,

you keep hanging round me
and I'm not
so glad you found me
you're still doing things that I gave up years ago

Cheerful One

It seems a strangely aggressive email to send though, and to be honest (and thankfully) I don't actually know anyone right now that I feel this way towards. Not even remotely. Also, I have a nasty feeling that one ought to have given up quoting lyrics at people by the time one is 39. However, the idea once lodged is hard to let go of, so the email now sits in the 'drafts' section of my inbox.

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