new york, new york
you're high maintainance, impatient, and often belligerent. you're unattainably hip and you play it off so well. you're a thief of hearts (and wallets). you're a substance abuser recovering from depression. you take and take and give and give, but it's still a fucked up system. you hate the poseurs and mock the failures. you wine and dine with the latest and the greatest. you're pretentious with an tinge of amiable. you kick me when i'm down, chuckle to yourself and then help me up again. you're an arrogant bastard but you like to do favors. you're always keeping up "good apperarances" but i know you're muttering curses under your breath. you're artsy and musical and you know it. you're superficially compassionate. you say "i love you" but never completely mean it.
posted by erica @ 2:04 PM
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We could start a band, we're so angsty.
Wait, I meant, we have a club of two and we're the soft-skinned fatties. That's what we do in our office, moisturize and get fat.
Well, shit.
Jack
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