This is just love. It's nothing like the storm.

[notorioustemo]

…
We used to call what ruined us the storm,
Though that suggests we could have seen it break
And barred the door. But it was multiform:
It got inside, it made a teacup shake,
It sought us out where we lay half awake.
Now it was here, what would it make us do?
When we were thrown together, then we knew.
…
-Clive James
And suddenly I remember why I

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[astrophel_]

Once upon a time she promised to marry me if we got to 40 and were still single. You can have her after our standard, suburban divorce. Deal?
:-D
Tema dearest, there will be NOTHING standard or suburban about our marriage.

[falciform_ruin]

=( I didn't win. Nora the oboist and some cellist playing the Saint-Saens cello concerto won.

And that was a fucking good audition! Oh well. Maybe they got tired of choosing violinists.

I'm trying really hard not to be devastated.

[astrophel_]

You need to write your life as a novel, Tema. Not a memoir, to cliched by now. Just a quasiautobiographical novel. I'll be the dashing, handsome fool who comes to your rescue on occasion and over whom all your female readers swoon. It can be a sort of postmodern Bildungsroman, a la Dickens. Greatest of Expectations. Sex while playing Violin. The Story of T.

[anonymous]

See you in a month. you can make it. breathe. its 4 weeks ;-). im excited. talk to you soon.
love,
elicia

[table40ne]

hi, i feel awkward commenting on such a deep, introspective post.

buuut...
bring $10 or more to YO and give it to me so that isa, nick and I can buy a gift for Mr. Sinclair. Please remember - otherwise the three of us have to pay for the gift ourselves!!!