So what are we going to do? And who are we going to do it with? The city is our oyster. Just don’t eat the oyster, its toxic.
just. wow. no sarcasm.
whoop whoop. hashtag, winning.
- Bryan: I tweeted at Kevin smith
- Rachel: for any reason
- Rachel: i mean, why did you tweet at him
- Bryan: I asked him in all his nerdy glory if he believed a light saber would cauterize wounds
- Rachel: ok
- Rachel: did something inspire this?
- Rachel: or just pondering
- Bryan: arguement with a friend
- Rachel: haha
- Bryan: so we sought the king of the nerds judgement
- Bryan: he was unavailable though...
I loved arguing about music with you because you were sexy when you really believed something, gesturing passionately and widening your eyes so much that they sparkled.
…Sometimes if I’m nervous on the telephone my throat closes up and my voice gets all squeaky and little-girl-y. I always wanted to talk to you more, but could never find the right things to say, each sentence punctuated by “But yeah, so…” “Oh, hey…” or some inane question I didn’t really care about the answer to. I never wanted you to feel obligated to me, either…
…You said you didn’t want to see me anymore and I said okay. You said I was such a stoic. I said I yelp when I get a paper cut but I didn’t cry when my grandmother died. Did you want me to cry?
You didn’t break my heart, and I wouldn’t let you think that you did.
“You’re so comfortable and I’m so awkward. Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around? Can’t we start over?” You were only half-joking.
“Okay,” I said and began fake bawling into my sleeve and you laughed.
After that we argued about music for an hour. Things were going to be okay, we really would be friends. And I liked that a whole lot more than losing you from my life completely, as if you had never been there.
A month later I felt something. I felt numb, like I had shut myself off. I took down pictures of us because I couldn’t stand not feeling anything when I looked at you. I could’ve spent a long time with you, maybe because I really liked you, or maybe because I never wanted you to hurt me.
I never wanted to be some faceless name on your long list of ladies twenty years from now. Originally, I was hoping that you’d look back and think to yourself, ‘Man, Elyssa was really cool. I’m glad I met her.’
But, no, you didn’t break my heart. You broke, like, my toe. When people’s hearts break, or bust open or whatever, they die. I just limped around for a while, and I healed eventually. It’s a funny thing about toes, though. Even after they heal, they’re never quite the same as they were before.
I’m glad it was just my toe, though. I only had to learn to walk again.” —5 Songs For A Man I Used To Know
Words That Make You Sound Pretentious
(guilty. very. still love words)
- rmd status: ...will be playing in the thunderstorm
- jj: is there a way to "like" your g chat status?