tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20604905.post6592005837816579791..comments2024-02-20T05:55:38.238-06:00Comments on the angry thing: at the radiostationUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20604905.post-105599061653567762009-02-09T13:46:00.000-06:002009-02-09T13:46:00.000-06:00ha ha ha - that quote makes me cackle with misanth...ha ha ha - that quote makes me cackle with misanthropic glee. Flirting is so rewarding in the moments just afterwards - not i nthe moment itself, and not in the long-term. But when you're lying in bed afterwards, still a bit drunk and giddy, and wishing that you were not in bed alone. that is the best moment. The only good moment, really.Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379237009812877883noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20604905.post-47145861439215276692009-02-09T11:14:00.000-06:002009-02-09T11:14:00.000-06:00Flirting...ugh. What comes of it? Only grief. A...Flirting...ugh. What comes of it? Only grief. And, eventually, death alone, full of regret.<BR/><BR/>I'm trying to make this more dramatic. But it's already so dark.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17131926542354340214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20604905.post-64236609893083230442009-02-09T09:18:00.000-06:002009-02-09T09:18:00.000-06:00Wait, when and why to Russia? I am tempted by onl...Wait, when and why to Russia? I am tempted by online dating, but you're right, everything is so boring and anticlimactic. I realized, whilst clubbing in NYC, that, though I ADORED NYC and though I adore drunken dancing and flirting, you can get drunk and flirt in any city in the world. It's the oldest and most boring story in the world.Jamiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14379237009812877883noreply@blogger.com