You have treated me well for a pair of men's cotton shorts. I love the irony of your violent subject matter compared to the lifestyle I enjoy when I'm wearing you. When you're gracing my bum, I enjoy the wildest of music rampages, finding everything from the mellowest of indie sopsops to the most eclectic Urban feel the Outfitters blog can supply me with. When I'm wearing you, dinner seems unnecessary! I'd rather plow forth!With my favourite beverages, with kettle by kettle of tea, or bottle by bottle of my best beers, or even delicious sip upon sip of a golden flow of whiskey. I'd rather laugh and lie and tickle my solitude with every emotion I could hide inside this white and undercrowded box.
Tonight, I swear, because of you, beloved boxers, I remembered how much I loved The Pogues when I was but a confused teenaged girl from the forests, and how much I loved to make films! About anything! For any reason! Tonight, I used the word 'Bangarang' at least once. And I discovered the likes of really great artists and bands, including but certainly not limited to Luke Top, Warpaint, Dead Man's Bones, Life In Film, Egyptian Hip Hop, Sophie Madeleine, Hope Sandoval & the Warm Inventions...plus fantastic music videos, including one with a walking wishbone pulling a unicycle-like machine behind it. Wow, wow, shawts! I'm impressed.
Dearest boxers, maybe you have nothing at all to do with this heated evening spent at my freshly sorta-cleaned desk! But it's been exciting and fruitful and now, I must relent to re-watch the fantastic film 'Capote' for my Screenwriting class. Alas.
Thank you.
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