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My Huckleberry Friend, Moon River and Me. |
| Published: July 5, 2007, 9:04 pm |
| Tags: general nonsense, my teenage angst, love |
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I'd taken her to the trendiest place I knew in town, but the menu was the wrong side of swank the sort of place that serves nothing discernibly French but insists on offering side-orders of pommes-frite. I was vegetarian at the time and the only veggie option was something like turnip souffl on a bed of grass cuttings. The deserts however, looked divine.And Holly (who wasn't called Holly at all) said, I guess we'll just have to have cake for lunch. It would take too long to explain quite how I became the eighteen year old for whom this suggestion was such an epiphany. That was some of it. But to cut a more complicated story out, it's a top tip for the suicidal; if you have decided your life's definitely not worth living, plan your exit a month or two in advance. Then live like you've only got a month or two left. Eat cake for lunch. Things will change.Holly was someone who taught me a lot about myself in a very short space of time. She was not like me at all. [ Full article ] |
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