Isaac was once again accusing me of lacking feelings (brought on by my desire to go to Fashion Soup for lunch, figure that connection out):
HL: Your heart is made of ice.
pause
Me (softly whimpering): It can still break.
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
accurate
6 comments:
Look, I can't even pay attention properly to this post because why is there a place called Fashion Soup?
That is ridiculous.
This interaction is extremely malnourished from lack of precious context. I feel that I've been improperly represented.
No you haven't.
Slut. With a heart of unbreakable ice.
See?
Ahhh! You tricked me!
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