Rita Hayworth
Wed, February 8, 2006 - 3:34 PM
I loved him, so one lie, not even a real lie. Just an omission. He liked what I had writen, and he never gave out compliments so I said nothing. He would never know, right? He didnt read, ever! It was my good bye letter. I would never to see him again. He didnt love me and I needed to get on with my life. It was good. I would leave him with something nice, end it all on a good note.

But I dont get away with anything! My karma comes back and bites, hard!

It was just a short story, about friends, by an author who only writes horror stories. That they would make it into a movie. A great big movie with big actors. It was a hit! They're all a bunch of bastards!

But he wouldnt see it, right? He would be too busy, not the kind of movie he would see. Of course the litte bit I stole was right in the most dramadic part of the move. I cried. Great movie.

Ten years... Twelve, maybe more. TNT. The Fuckers! I ask, who would play a move twice a day! I knew, he has to have seen this. But its kind of funny and I havent seen him I ages. Who is going to care.

Hey, guess who I ran into on the internet last year. Hi. how are you? fine... Yes lets have coffee, but never do.

He has a bio.

And this is where I sould stop, but I dont.

I read it

Guess what one of his favorite movies is...