the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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12:05 a.m. + 2005-11-23 = the recollection of a scarf, favoured and near-forgotten.
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a very-long-time-ago-ex has is the latest addition to the "viewed my profile" list on friendster.
seeing as how curiousity always gets the better of me, i had no choice but to view his profile.
and...
wow. he seems foreign... not in that look-at-me-all-my-clothes-were-purchased-from-designerstores-in-prague/euroClashy way, but rather in that who-the-hell-are-you? way.
i might have to leave him a testimonial. one that simply states: YOU STILL HAVE MY SCARF, BUCKO!
[[and that scarf cost me a pretty penny. er... some pretty kronor. [[i had fallen in love with the wool [cos i knit my own winterwear, thankyouverymuch] whilst it donned an incorrect pricetag.]] so, i want it back. in order to unravel and reknit.]]
as for the ex, lucky for you basically sums up the only side of the story that really matters.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
