Things I forget that I love:
Red, red lipstick - the kind that perishes any thought of being kissed
The only truly comfortable bed I have ever slept in - my own, alone
Not caring whether the phone rings or not
Rufus Wainwright
Regular solitude
Myself, as I am
The chase
Monday, March 24, 2008
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