one person for each turn of the earth. one trip around the sun.
as many words as times i've taken the ride.
Monday, February 11, 2008
42/366: Cooter
My Mac guru, my moral compass, my fellow riffraff at the worst job I’ve ever had. We fell in love at the same time, announcing it to my family, who’d always hoped see us together, and watching their eyes light up just before we added, “Oh—but not with each other.”
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I'm feeling a strange kinship with this riffraffy Peter in a terrible job.......
wickedly wonderful.
Oh, words just cannot describe my love for my dear Cooter (as I called him—another of our countless inside jokes).
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