“She waits by the door…. “

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(and some random letters just for fun… or are they?)

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objects of my affection

i was sitting here running through the dance in my head… norah jones’ turn me on… and i couldn’t help but look at one person’s screen name, because that dance is indirectly directed at him. or at least dedicated to him. and he’ll never know…. just like “nothing else matters” was a couple years ago when i did that.

and before i knew it i was reading away messages and profiles to about half a dozen guy friends who have had a considerable impact on my life whether they knew it or not.

oh well.