Sunday, August 21, 2011

don't fall through the stars.

meg asked if me if my use of the term "you"
was directed at a specific person.

"sort of."
she said "I like to pretend that those are all true stories."
"me too."

so I told her about you
the plans we've half-jokingly, mostly-drunkenly made
and how absolutely strange you are.

"we're all a little strange," she said.
I agreed
and am grateful that
we already have stories of our own.

here's to more of 'em.

1 comment:

Meg said...

Hellz yes I made the blog!