So long and thanks for all the___
So here's my attempt at settling the accounts...with no regard for time or space or memory.
Thank you desert. Thanks for growing up with me. Thanks for forgiving me when I forgot you can't take the stairs. Thanks for trying to teach me Qbasic in 7th grade. Thanks for letting me be in the band, and that band, and for countless jam sessions. Thank you for playing video games at my house for almost 48 hours straight. Thanks for thousands of chances to undue everything. Thanks for writing a zombie musical with me. Thanks for crawling into my bed with a smile/smirk/look of uncertainty. Thank you for talking about queerness, drunk on a porch. Thanks for having a long chat with me about Barthes over apple cider. Thanks for seeing countless movies with me. Thank you for forcing me to go to prom. Thanks for giving me the crocodile on your bass. Thank you for slapping me on the shoulder mid-laughter after telling me to shut up. Thanks for letting me serenade you for better or for worse. Thank you for letting me take over the classroom for 30-45 minutes at a time. Thanks for thinking everything I said was funny. Thank you for letting me 'teach' you about subjectivity when I was drunk as all hell while wearing a cowboy hat. Thank you for taking me to the Myriad. Thank you for discussing Foucault with me way too late at night. Thanks for putting a blanket on me while I was sleeping in the legos. Thanks for taking me to my first hardcore show. Thank you for wrinkling your nose at me again and again. Thanks for the permanent damage to my skin. Thanks for late night coffee in a borrowed car. Thank you for giving me more nicknames then I can remember. Thanks for making me drink water and eat food...sometimes I forget. Thanks for the burritos. Thank you for the photographic excursions in various urban settings. Thanks for cooking Thai food while I sat at the feet of an opera singer. Thank you for telling me I was the General Sherman of academia. Thanks for wave after wave of rain appreciation. Thank you for snickering every time I say Lacan. Thanks for endless penis rumors. Thank you monsoon. Thank you for trying to install a fashion sense in my head. Thank you for late night scrabble. Thanks for Milton conversations over coffee and cigarettes. Thank you for long set theoretical dirges. Thanks for giving me the chance to watch Fritz Lang films. Thanks for pretending to listen or maybe for actually listening. Thank you for drawing a line when it came to self deprecation. Thanks for writing a song about loneliness with me. Thanks for letting me trick you into a women's studies degree. Thank you for telling me about your astrological beliefs while we watched roller derby. Thanks for painting me in the nude. Thank you for 2 hour long midnight games of zombies. Thanks for countless rides! Thanks for 30 beer pictionary (read drunktionary). Thank you for trying to understand that I read too many books to be able to dance. Thanks for gender fucking. Thank you for laying on a Volvo hood next to as we talked about philosophy. Thanks for letting me tell the same stories over and over again. Thanks for a whole table top of miller high lives at the Grill. Thanks for cries of happiness at the sight of gifts. Thank you for losing all the staring contests. Thanks for directing probability to make all of this happen without it costing me much at all. Much appreciated.
Thank you desert. Thanks for growing up with me. Thanks for forgiving me when I forgot you can't take the stairs. Thanks for trying to teach me Qbasic in 7th grade. Thanks for letting me be in the band, and that band, and for countless jam sessions. Thank you for playing video games at my house for almost 48 hours straight. Thanks for thousands of chances to undue everything. Thanks for writing a zombie musical with me. Thanks for crawling into my bed with a smile/smirk/look of uncertainty. Thank you for talking about queerness, drunk on a porch. Thanks for having a long chat with me about Barthes over apple cider. Thanks for seeing countless movies with me. Thank you for forcing me to go to prom. Thanks for giving me the crocodile on your bass. Thank you for slapping me on the shoulder mid-laughter after telling me to shut up. Thanks for letting me serenade you for better or for worse. Thank you for letting me take over the classroom for 30-45 minutes at a time. Thanks for thinking everything I said was funny. Thank you for letting me 'teach' you about subjectivity when I was drunk as all hell while wearing a cowboy hat. Thank you for taking me to the Myriad. Thank you for discussing Foucault with me way too late at night. Thanks for putting a blanket on me while I was sleeping in the legos. Thanks for taking me to my first hardcore show. Thank you for wrinkling your nose at me again and again. Thanks for the permanent damage to my skin. Thanks for late night coffee in a borrowed car. Thank you for giving me more nicknames then I can remember. Thanks for making me drink water and eat food...sometimes I forget. Thanks for the burritos. Thank you for the photographic excursions in various urban settings. Thanks for cooking Thai food while I sat at the feet of an opera singer. Thank you for telling me I was the General Sherman of academia. Thanks for wave after wave of rain appreciation. Thank you for snickering every time I say Lacan. Thanks for endless penis rumors. Thank you monsoon. Thank you for trying to install a fashion sense in my head. Thank you for late night scrabble. Thanks for Milton conversations over coffee and cigarettes. Thank you for long set theoretical dirges. Thanks for giving me the chance to watch Fritz Lang films. Thanks for pretending to listen or maybe for actually listening. Thank you for drawing a line when it came to self deprecation. Thanks for writing a song about loneliness with me. Thanks for letting me trick you into a women's studies degree. Thank you for telling me about your astrological beliefs while we watched roller derby. Thanks for painting me in the nude. Thank you for 2 hour long midnight games of zombies. Thanks for countless rides! Thanks for 30 beer pictionary (read drunktionary). Thank you for trying to understand that I read too many books to be able to dance. Thanks for gender fucking. Thank you for laying on a Volvo hood next to as we talked about philosophy. Thanks for letting me tell the same stories over and over again. Thanks for a whole table top of miller high lives at the Grill. Thanks for cries of happiness at the sight of gifts. Thank you for losing all the staring contests. Thanks for directing probability to make all of this happen without it costing me much at all. Much appreciated.
