Friday, August 8, 2008

Something to laugh about

This evening, while I was changing into some lounge-y type clothing, I looked down and realized a close friend of mine was slowly dying.
It used to be so supportive, and separate, but it has grown old. First, it lost a rib. Then it lost the other rib.
It has conformed to me, even on bad days.
It's lived a good life, but it's slowly unraveling, and as I part with my friend because I could just kill someone with the way this unaboob swings from side to side.

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