Thursday, February 4, 2010

Upstairs

It's funny how much you can interact with someone, and be completely oblivious to their identity. At first I thought it was merely a Northern thing. In the dining hall, on the street, people make up their own rules. Southern rules are much slower and more fake. Northern rules are fast-paced and equally stupid. And I guess, a bit more hard-hearted.

The girl upstairs wears high heels every day. And it seems, far into each night. Someone nearby is smoking up a storm. I guess I'll just imagine that these people are one in the same. Some well-dressed, intelligible woman. I've clearly been watching way too much Sex and the City.

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