index | archives | notes Sunday, Sept. 30, 2007 11:34 a.m. << [ Finality ] >> Last night he said, of his now ex-girlfriend, "She's hanging out with the types she used to hate. The types her parents love. She's going to parties. I think she's mistaking it for reality." And then I left to go to a club. But hey, a little hypocrisy never hurt. Standing in the middle of the room, dancing, was one of the most unsatisfying moments of my life. Everyone moving in sexually suggestive ways, all I could think of was little molecules and weak hydrogen bonds, dependant on attraction and quick to move on. My boss kept telling me to smile, and I kept asking her why. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org