Thursday, August 11, 2005

A Confession of Love

A major problem with this whole freelancing thing is that I don't get up early enough to catch the good articles before Gawker gets to them. In this case I can't help but be repetetive; my feelings are too strong. Girl Crush? Liliana, it's more than that-it's girl love, and I can only hope that your shiny metal heart will accept my affections. You're so stylish! You have such great hair! Such a pretty smile! You're so funny! And you love Faerie Tale Theatre! Also, your great forebearance during my "smart one, pretty one" phase was truly beautiful. I'd ask you to run away with me, but I know we face some serious obstacles. Europe and the Dark Continent is out-too close to your intrepid flame. We'll never make it West either-jealous yet well formed prose would catch us as soon as we crossed the Mississipi. Our only choice is South-will your native land provide a home and accept us? It'd only be transgressive if you insisted on bringing my sister along...

3 comments:

Your Southern Belle said...

Oh Mer...I knew it! I knew our respective boy-crushes were nothing but an elaborate ruse. Let's do run away together to that fabled land below the Mason Dixon Line: Colombia. We'll Salsa and Merengue like nobody's business if you know what I'm saying, and your sister can certainly, certainlycome along. Roooowr.

Dios mio!

Meredith said...

But how will we break the news to the poor boys? They'll be so confused...I don't care! You will have to teach me Spanish, even if we do already speak our own special language of amor...

Ren said...

WAaaaaah. Why does no one girl crush me? Or did I just answer my own question...