and what will i do with you? (a little bit of sunlight and a little bit of tender mercy)

[fitz_clementine]

I had a wonderful three-day visit ( as chronicled here, sort of) with a blue-eyed Midwestern girl who tastes like sleep and fermentation, occasionally leaks rubber, and just became legally old enough to buy her own vodka in the U.S.A. Since I couldn't practically afford to fly, don't own a car, don't know how to drive a car, and lack the stamina for

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Hi. Oh, I love you. I'm a little bit drunk. And I'm hanging out with Sean, and I do want to talk with you sometime tonight. So. Stay there.

[fitz_clementine]

'Kay. I think I downloaded IM. We shall see. Anyway, I probably won't go far from the computer for a couple hours, and I'll refresh the inbox page a lot.

[signifiers]

Okay. Well, I'm still with Sean. But he showed me this poem, and I think you should read it.

[fitz_clementine]

I like it.

(And I'm sure you've read this one: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16054, but it's apropos. )

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No! I haven't! And Sean and I just sat here drunk and listening to Broken Social Scene and thinking about two years ago and read it and were really happy.

Sean: "Do you remember? You used to tell me you never thought someone would love you."
Alicia: "Yeah, I remember. I remember that."
Sean: "You were wrong. You were fuckin' wrong."

[fitz_clementine]

Yeah. Yeah, you were.

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Sean: Sorry. I'm just pulling out all the gems I have.