I don't really care about it anymore.
But, if that really was 'hotter than your Majorcan lover,' well then...that was the best compliment I've ever heard.
Six seasons of The L Word later, I am the queen of doing things right without a manual. Thank you, Shane McCutcheon. You are my fucking hero(ine). Please send me the combat boots you wore in season 5.
I should've kept the cardigan, now I don't want to wash my sheets.
I spend the night
I lay awake and miss you when you go
Without me.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Your house or mine
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