The Battlefield Where the Girls Say I Love You



That's just the thing: we will never tell you we love you. In fact, we're here only to hold hands across state lines and yell at the world. We're here to try to touch you across this chasm of flown things. Not even that. At most, I will teach you how to make a gin smoothie when there's nothing left in the house. Hannah can teach you several languages and what to do when your car breaks up with you. Thanks for coming out.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

ta dahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

in the spirit of america day, i'm heading to wilmington...blazing past on the border, whiteville, whatever's in my path.

if you can believe it, hannah and i have only seen each other once in ten months...and that was for fourteen hours.

strange. judging by our blog tone, it seems we live together in an attic of an old farmhouse in one of the dakotas. without heat or air or episodes of house and the bachelorette on at every turn. the truth, friends, is far different.

and, i'm just going to say it. while we talk on the phone four to eight times a day (seriously), we always get really awkward the first hour or so we're together. like, we can't quite look at each other. it's like the worst long distance romance, without all that awkward i-haven't-seen-you-in-a-month-do-i-still-know-how-to-do-this intimacy stuff.

best part: NEW PICTURES!!!

4 comments:

eric said...

south of the border?

hannah said...

leave her alone. she's overcome. as am i. CAN'T WAIT!!!

eric said...

settle down, tiger. just wondering if she meant south of the border. geez. not like i asked if she wears a wig or anything like that.

hannah said...

oh, i think she meant that place, south of the border. you know with the plastic animals and the giant sombrero.