2003-11-06 || 2:30 p.m.

|| but that little friend of yours didn't actually take off my party dress. ||

oh. and elvis costello reminds me of you. standing outside of phoebe's jittery from coffee and sex and talking on the phone and catching you watching me. walking to your house with my hand in your pocket and singing e.c. songs, none of which i actually know proper words to. later watching you sing same on-the-way-home song now in karaoke format from the other side of the bar. i am standing across from you, wondering if that is what one is supposed to do when having songs dedicated to her, trying not to take any of the lyrics to heart and not knowing what to do with my hands.

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