a long walk in the cold, and your legs are frozen, and your nose is ice, but your hand is warm because it is in the hand of your love.
you turn around after a mile, and decide against the restaurant another half mile down the road. you turn around with your love in tow, and make your way back west for the restaurant around the corner from home.
and you eat, and you tell stories which, even after four years, the other one hasn't heard. you talk about pornography and breast implants, you talk about vanity and "being conscientious," you talk about health and food, you talk about quitting smoking.
and you leave, walking the block and a half home, hand in hand.
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lemonkid:
A dirty boy whore.. I wish.. although if I wasn't driving my roommates boyfriends car tonight.. with the responsibilities that entails.. the evening could have been more interesting.
disblackfeet:
Newark has been treating me so so,i went to wal-mart today and though i was at a white trash convention but hey what do you expect. 