Tuesday, September 15, 2009

For The Black-Eyed Classmate

Small piece of random. Yesterday, a girl I used to crush on was waiting for the bus in Haight as I walked by. She acted like she didn't know me at all... at least she didn't slap me or stab me.

Reference: [When Writers Fight]

And in commemoration of these events that form part of my life/love experience, I give you a song by Atmosphere that encapsulates so eloquently the personality of this woman who I call dead inside.

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