that y'all thought all that about me. just because something isn't exactly like you in all ways doesn't mean it's a rotten apple. they're droppin' like flies. the faint of heart should give a wide berth and steer clear. makin' a pie. with a heart in the middle.
...maybe i should drink less, and call ex-boyfriends less. just a thought. while i'm swinging on the plaza tomorrow... or sleeping in... or envious of every couple on the planet... etc.