‘Cause I get a thousand hugs
from ten-thousand lightning bugs
as they try to teach me how to dance.
A foxtrot above my head,
a sock-hop beneath my bed;
a disco ball is just hanging by a thread…
After my cell phone started playing Beethoven’s Sonata Pathétique…
R: I think you’re getting a call.
K: Oh, that’s just M texting me.
R: It plays a song?
K: Don’t be jealous. It plays the same song when you text me.
R: I’m not jealous. It just seems like an awfully big celebration for a text message.
Talking to a friend hours after hanging out…
K: What else is up?
B: …Other than that, I’ve been sitting around. I’m not quite as interesting when you aren’t around say, “You’re pretty interesting.”
A mysterious IM Nathan left on my computer:
Thank God for the internet….where you can just go idle at 4am without a worry. Couldn’t do that in like.. an alley. Wake up with a witty note…. You wouldn’t be like “Nice, a message.” You’d be like “Why didn’t I notice this?!”
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