welcome to this night, formerly known as illegal cigar smoke at the covered bridge and pretending we're not talkingabout/dreamingabout/livingitout getting it on. there's no denying it: i miss the exoticism that is the middle of the suite floor and being better than everyone else. and you bought me a farewell chinese buffet and lied about seeing me at your wedding. 'sokay, i knew she never liked me, anyway.
