Friday, August 31, 2012

And on Fridays we order pizza

like a ritual, most Fridays, even with the best intentions and meat defrosting in the sink, we order pizza.
we watch movie after movie and talk til our eyelids can't stay open any longer.
he tells me of his secret ambitions and I tell him of my greatest desires
and my feet rub against each other, and I know I've had too much to drink.
at some point the light switches off and were cuddled deep into the blankets 
and I think to myself, are we boring? and I always say, no, we're not. we're perfect. 

2 comments:

  1. I love this post! Thanks for reading my blog. It appears we have a mutual 1920s and Hemingway infatuation. :-)

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    1. Yes it appears we do! thanks so much for stopping by :]

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