by kel
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This is London, not Antartica, so why don't the tubes run all night,
You are my Girlfriend, not Molly Ringwald, so why won't you stay here tonight,
This is sixth form poetry not Keats or Yeats, and now we find the part that we both hate.
We love the city because it lets us down, We love the city NOT the suburbs that surround.
We love all the dirty things, that lead us to think, that maybe true love could be found.
We love the city because its how we live, We love the city cause it never loves us back.
We love it all because sometimes, even though they're hard to find, it contains all the virtues we lack.
(Hefner "We Love The City")
it was :)
one of those nights that sneaked up on you unexpectedly and forced tequila down your throat.
well, that's *my*story, anyway...
i know those kind of nights. they often turn out to be the best kind...
What is this propensity girls have to moan about needing haircuts all the time, even when it doesn't appear to be the case?
Is it the same thing that requires the purchase of noo shooz, despite several entirely servicable pairs being owned already?
:P
When you haven't had a haircut since January, and you want one, that's what it's about.
I can't speak for 'girls', though. Just me. :p