December 07, 2003
Phyllis
Here's a little story that could make you cry, about two unhappy dames. Let us call them Lucy X and Jessie Y, which are not their real names. Poor sad souls, itching to be switching roles: Lucy wants to do what Jessie does, Jessie wants to be what Lucy was: she was chic, sleek, anything in fashion; that was just a shell. Take a close peek, you could see the passion; that was one as well. But with a Schlitz in her mitts down in Fitzroy's Bar, she thinks of the Ritz. Oh, it's so schizo!
Sometimes when the wrappings fall, there's nothing underneath at all.
Posted by matt at December 7, 2003 03:16 AM
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Hmm... I don't think I even HAVE to be drunk to hit on you. So... going to any parties over at my end of the world anytime soon?
"But sometimes, when the theories stick; it's time to give back Shakespeare's schtick."
;)
Posted by: ksquare at December 7, 2003 03:17 PM
Not that I know of. Is that an invitation?
"When your baby is pleading for pleasure
Let him* sample your Measure for Measure!" (*or, traditionally, her) Posted by: matt at December 7, 2003 09:24 PM
Let him* sample your Measure for Measure!" (*or, traditionally, her) Posted by: matt at December 7, 2003 09:24 PM
Depends, if it was, are you coming? ;)
"People don't need war, they need love instead; Or failing that, a little good head."
Posted by: ksquare at December 7, 2003 10:22 PM
i have no idea what y'all are quoting, but like ksquare, i don't think i would have to be drunk to hit on, um, flirt with you, no, hit on you. wait, both. what am i saying? i'm a terrible flirt.
anyway, you are welcome to any parties on my side of the world, too.
later, handsome. ;)
Posted by: kurt at December 8, 2003 05:37 AM
Thanks. Next time I'm in either of your neighbourhoods I'll hold you to it :)
Posted by: matt at December 10, 2003 01:43 PM
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