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like a broken record
Jan. 31st, 2003 11:30 pmThe magnificent Jupmeister's birthday, isn't it? I'm slightly tipsy and wondering why I knew this, and. it's so much too cold outside.
I'd almost like to declare a day (one) for remembering the exes who aren't your exes and never will be, because they never were your somethings and never could have been and you always knew this and know this, but whom you nevertheless sometimes think of as your exes now that they've somehow moved from future impossibilities to past ones (while you weren't looking), just like you sometimes accidentally thought of them (for a second) as if there was something real there, before. One day for wallowing, one day for moving on, because they're the tricky ones.
Because, you know I don’t believe in the heart, baby, but the mind is still a strange thing.
I'd almost like to declare a day (one) for remembering the exes who aren't your exes and never will be, because they never were your somethings and never could have been and you always knew this and know this, but whom you nevertheless sometimes think of as your exes now that they've somehow moved from future impossibilities to past ones (while you weren't looking), just like you sometimes accidentally thought of them (for a second) as if there was something real there, before. One day for wallowing, one day for moving on, because they're the tricky ones.
Because, you know I don’t believe in the heart, baby, but the mind is still a strange thing.
