You never realize just how many Cheddar-yellow parkas there are around town until you know one person who owns one.
Much like when
navrins first got his Outback -- which, more to the point, was when we first started dating -- and suddenly I was seeing a dozen of them an hour. Because suddenly they were on my radar.
Much like when
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Date: Thursday, February 26th, 2004 03:49 am (UTC)listless. what a fucking great mood choice! underused and yet so often appropriate. bravo to you for well-chosen concicety.
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Date: Thursday, February 26th, 2004 03:59 am (UTC)*bonks self to prevent continuing*
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Date: Thursday, February 26th, 2004 05:49 pm (UTC)my broken heart still skips a beat
i guess its just my stupid luck
that all of boston drives that same black fucking truck"
except for me this Dresden Dolls song applies to silver classic jeeps. there's someone who keeps parking one 'round the corner from my apartment... luckily, it mostly just makes me smile.
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Date: Thursday, February 26th, 2004 07:42 pm (UTC)A few years back I was taking a redeye flight with Janet with a stopover in Chicago at around 3am. We got separated in the airport bookstore when we got off the plane to stretch our legs.
After I found her and put my arm around her to ask what she was browsing, the OTHER petite curly-haired blonde woman in a green jacket in the store took a lot of convincing before she believed I wasn't some literate pervert looking for cheap thrills. :)
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Date: Friday, February 27th, 2004 02:24 pm (UTC)