I'm really blessed, is mostly what I've been thinking tonight.
I've got a family who let me crash on their couch because I'm broke, and actually fight over who gets to give me money for coffee and cigarettes.
I've got a friend back in New York who doesn't get mad at me even though I always miss her calls.
And another who always makes me laugh, even when he's pissed off with life.
And another one in Liverpool who sticks out all the tough shit with me.
And one here at home who doesn't mind that I never have anything to say and has excellent taste in baked goods.
And one in Vienna with gorgeous tattoos who seems to know my soul, even if it's been five years.
Oh, fuck off everybody. Changing addresses always makes me sentimental.
- I'm no Picasso
- This is a tale of the seaports where chance brings the traveler: he clambers a hillside and such things come to pass.
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Who's the one in Liverpool then? I'll have to look him up sometime.
You really should. He's got impeccable taste in literature and music and the coolest walk I've ever seen. And on top of everything else, he's got the cutest little ass....
I'd like to point out that I did not go to the mirror to look at my arse after reading that. No. It didn't happen.
You're such a vain little fucker sometimes, but I don't even have the right to complain. If I looked like you, I'd barely function for spending the days contemplating my own gorgeousness and expecting everyone else to as well.
You're right, at times (although not all the time) I am extremely vain, but when I have friends like you broadcasting the worthiness of my backside to the world can I really be blamed?!?!?
It really is only at certain times...
You know I love it anyway, when you phone me up randomly and just announce, "I looked fucking fantastic today. Everybody loved me." <3
I like when you say 'dude'. It's cute.
I don't think I've ever told you that before because I was afraid you'd stop saying it....
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