I have shamed Michael Lesy and for this I must repent.
The blog that once stood in this place was the emotional equivalent of packaging all the letters and emails Jacob ever wrote me and sending them with a nice little bow to that girl who is not me.
Fun to scheme with friends, but I don't actually want to hurt anyone. Which this might have done. And can you imagine if RICHARD had read it? Oh, dear! I ought to have left it at this:
I love the Young Dubliners and Friday night was an adventure that reminded me just how much I love Bren, that goofball bassist.
So you can beg and plead, but no, I won't tell anyone who hasn't already read it what was here once. Except for this:
The boy who works at Juice Monkeys is named Paul. And if he finds this blog via google, well, I'm sure that will make Monday morning awkward.
Extensive account. I'm impressed.
ReplyDeleteAnd that guy wasn't particularly cute. Perhaps if he hadn't been stumbling we could have gotten a better look, but I do know he could have been improved with coffee and a cold shower.
Maybe I was doing worse than I thought.... I still managed to help out the drunk sleeping in the lobby of my building...
ReplyDeleteThe 2 mini paragraphs eeples wrote seem a tad more appropriate. Privacy and all.....People will fear approachng you lest they be described by your poison keyboard!Stand up straight and lighten up,child.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, your poor suffering mother!! I suspect I will never even want to hear a Teddy Thompson song, let alone buy a CD!! And, I have to ask, did you find shoes?
ReplyDeleteHow do I suffer?
ReplyDeleteGood story! Don't change a thing!
ReplyDelete-Rachael