When it gets dark we go home

[angiejolie]

Lost in the rapture of orgasmic pleasure. It must be a couple of million years ago since anyone managed to say that with a straight face. Which is really too bad, it makes for nice imagery. I blame cheap romance novels that never even make it as hardback copies sold in places where the only thing you want to get is a newspaper. This is a true story

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[j_casablancas]

My mother used to have those books lying around the bathtub. I guess they were her required reading. I picked one up one time and skimmed through it and it completely disgusted me. Not because it was graphic with too many adjectives but because it was a completely falsified view of love. They try to make wanton lust suddenly turn into an extreme love affair and from most of my encounters with women that doesn't happen. The plot lines are so all over the place. My friend Kim had one and she read me a line from it that was mainly "he pitched a tent over his groin" and to this day when we call each other that's one of the first things we'll say to each other. And then they add the gregarous plotlines involving abortion and that's where I draw the line. I suppose they're fun if you want to read something that's not Blur slash and get your rocks off but I never could see why.

Birthdays should always be special. Not just because it's you but because they are occassions when you become royalty for a day. You're allowed to bask in people lavishing attention on you. I hope you got my gift and are thoroughly enjoying it. It's never a bad idea to send someone a refridgerator box filled to the brim with various odds and ends from around the house, including a few diamonds I had lying around.

[angiejolie]

Someday I'm going to count all the fabulous people in this world and I'm afraid you are going to rank pretty high up on that list. You just took all my thoughts and made so much more sense of them than I ever could and somehow you always do that. I think it's official; I have to stop calling you "kid". Lust and love... definitely. Although I haven't slept with anyone I haven't said I love you to. I know, I'm freaky that way. I brought up the books mainly because... no reason, really. I appreciate your rant. We should have conversations about nothing more often.

Your present got here in fine condition. I hope you realize I fully plan to have phone sex with you for a good couple of hours for that one. I especially appreciated the half eaten cookie, nobody has ever done that for me before. Still haven't had time to consult a goldsmith about whether or not the diamonds are fake so I'm going to give you the benefits of the doubt. See how good I am to you? I'm just kidding, darling. Thank you so incredibly much. Not just for this but for a whole year. I love you and I'm not sure if I've even told you before. Stay brilliant for me.

P.S. Notice how elegant I'm avoiding the whole Blur slash comment. Because I have no idea what you're talking about, how can you even indicate such a thing.

[j_casablancas]

I'm sure you know more fabulous people than I. I've listened to you talk about most of them in case you've forgotten. I like to think of you as the ying to my yang. I sometimes wish things between us didn't happen the way they did, maybe we could have built something from those first few encounters. I really can't help but wonder about that. Plus you've got the world's greatest eyebrows and there really is no other girl I would give that compliment to. Maybe you'll begin to think of me that way again, who knows.

I'm glad it got there. I mean I did send you some first pressing Strokes rarities and most of our demos so don't take that for granted. And yes the diamonds are real. I was wondering where I'd put that cookie. if you haven't finished it for me, I'd like it back. I bake those cookies only once a year when I'm feeling depressed.

P.S. Notice how I'm not going to comment at all for fear of getting beaten up.