tanja

And what kind of song shall I sing to you now, my little one, you who never learn?
You who give your heart and ask for nothing but a shoulder in return?

And then the pattern emerges; at your most vulnerable, you are left alone.
But don't you see it's easier this way, especailly when you know you never really loved yet
in the first place?

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Wednesday night I had my own fake Superbowl party with nine lovely people over to watch the final episode of Project Runway. I made marinated cheese, amongst other things.

Last night T. and I went to yet another goddamn art opening. We randomly ran into our friend Chris and proceeded to get drunk. Chris is from Yorkshire, and he told me I'd love Newcastle, where I should be going sometime this year on business.

I'm counting down the days.