I feel like Rob Gordon in High Fidelity. Sitting at his kitchen table, white pages open, pouring through the millions of citizens of Chicago. "She's in the fucking phonebook!" is what he exclaims.
"He's on fucking myspace!" Is what I say and I wasn't even LOOKING for him. It was literally, oh, this is interesting, click, oh these photos are cool, click, oh, that kid is familiar, click, HOLY SHIT.
In the end, it took me a dictionary
To find out the meaning of unrequited
Monday, September 21, 2009
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