tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3004990.post-78386076033974183422008-05-10T17:26:00.002-05:002008-05-10T17:35:06.082-05:00i was going to post something about seeing one of your exes out at the local tonight. how strange and proud i felt to be there. with you. on some stupid ugly lonely-night-out-pub-bench. filled with joy--that didn't have to be created from anywhere. but i won't. because, there's still loads of Styrofoam-sweaty chips to eat. and at-home-wine to drink. and laughter to fill a thousand years. <i>I'm so glad we went out for a pint</i>, he says. and i think. yeah. yes. and we smile kiss joy. greasy-garlic-fingertip-future.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3004990-7838607603397418342?l=doggerel.blogspot.com'/></div>imogenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17112135451497405365dog_gerel@hotmail.com