at poetry night, i read two pieces. this is one:
Ten simple things i wish i'd said better:
10. I want you
9. I need you
8. I love you
7. It's fine
6. I'm fine
5. I'll survive
4. I don't know
3. I'm sorry
2. I hate you
1. Just go.
After poetry night, my best friend and i went to the store and bought:
and pita chips.
our conversation went something like this:
me: "you do realize what we've become, right?"
him: "... what?"
me: "we just became WRITERS. we bought hummus and pita chips after going to poetry night."
him: "oh shit. now i'm gonna go home and put on a really cheesy comedy just to balance it out."
me: "oh, i was hoping you'd come over and finish the prestige with me and then we can watch some really artistic movie and discuss it in hushed tones over our hummus."
him: "that sounds awesome" *smile*
i desperately wish i was attracted to this man sometimes.