The Treehouse + The Cave

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Tuesday, April 26, 2005


Sometimes I think I've studied the fashion game for too long now. When I'm anxious and walking, or when I know people are watching (which in New York is more often than not) I walk one foot in front of the other (along an imaginary balance beam) allowing my heals to pound hardly into the ground. I tense my jaw, knowing that it's a bit more photogenic. It's infested me.

Blogger heather thought:

youre disgusting.

April 26, 2005 at 11:20 PM - Comment Permalink  
Blogger Mick thought:

So now it's known...this was written about you:

You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and

You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

Just kiddin'


April 28, 2005 at 2:38 PM - Comment Permalink  

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