"He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it, in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. He went back to the table, dipped his pen, and wrote:"
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
True Story...
I actually did do this to an old girlfriend. I loved her, too...just couldn't get past her dubious taste in music. Bummer.
On the bright side, 27 "likes" in 5 minutes of posting counts as...you guessed it, an internet win.
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