3hrs, 57 mins
I feel like my boyfriend is coming home from the war. (Or prison.) I can't stop smiling and I have butterflies in my stomach (that could possibly be due to the coffee I am still drinking from lunchtime).
I wish I was going to be watching at Mr. Fuhriman's place, but he is going to see my previous abusive boyfriend, Nick Cave, instead. Say hi to ol' Crusty Cavie for me, and let me know if he's still sporting that Fu Manchu mustache (which I am actually all in favor of; you can't mess up Nick Cave's looks, as they are fucked to begin with). I wouldn't have minded seeing ol' Crusty myself, actually, and it's only the religious fervor that I feel that really keeps me away.
Welcome back, baby. I've missed you. I hope you're feeling better now - tanned, rested, and ready to make the girlies scream and the boys shake their heads in grim acceptance of the Awesome. And yet - I've been hurt too much in the past to give in completely to trust. My love is strong, my faith is true, but goddammit, I fucking hate West.
See some of you soon... the champagne is on ice.
I wish I was going to be watching at Mr. Fuhriman's place, but he is going to see my previous abusive boyfriend, Nick Cave, instead. Say hi to ol' Crusty Cavie for me, and let me know if he's still sporting that Fu Manchu mustache (which I am actually all in favor of; you can't mess up Nick Cave's looks, as they are fucked to begin with). I wouldn't have minded seeing ol' Crusty myself, actually, and it's only the religious fervor that I feel that really keeps me away.
Welcome back, baby. I've missed you. I hope you're feeling better now - tanned, rested, and ready to make the girlies scream and the boys shake their heads in grim acceptance of the Awesome. And yet - I've been hurt too much in the past to give in completely to trust. My love is strong, my faith is true, but goddammit, I fucking hate West.
See some of you soon... the champagne is on ice.