Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Conversations

Seasonal Depression sucks.

It must be affecting us both this year. What's so wrong with young love?
It's careless and careerless.
Right, and this hopeless romantic is suppose to give into that.

Has it ever occurred to you that I depend on you more then you think?
You've never told me.
Well, I'm telling you, I do.

I'm just going to have to go out there and conquer the world.
Sure.
You want a continent named after you are something?
That would be nice.

Okay, Antarctica is yours. What a metaphor.
You're mean.
I meant in that you are my north, constant and guiding.

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