I'm speaking Danish now,
I am his soester.
He calls me with girl trouble. We're standing outside again, he's stuffing my hands with cigarettes. Much like the friday night when I woke up to the sound of dinner and the smell of bacon at 4:30 am. I rally for his girlfriend, she must have had the most obnoxious man pestering her all night, and when she left the party, when she denied him time and again, the annoyance, gave way to temptation. What an awful kiss that must have been.
Then she told David.

is there something I want from this man?
Acceptance, love, sex, lust, companionship? Is there some deep seeded intent within me which I need to know about?
I know I don't want his cigarettes.
What I really want is his Hoku, Legally Blonde, song. (I wanna remember "Perfect Day for-eveah!)
(It's fucking 5 am!)


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