"foolish you" incarnate says, hi. broke and jobless on your couch. what an wonderful era that was. if I had half a brain, I'd be doing it still. but I'm apparently too busy for you know .. friends and stuff. I miss your living room.
Okay, listen. This fucking guy is remarkable human being. I don't normally feel compelled to get on the computer and stare glassily at people's digital snapshots and glorified newspaper classifieds, but I feel as if I should weigh in on Chris here. Especially because I have taken it to the face and need to let the world know what the hell is going on. The shit on his page here doesn't even marginally reflect how intelligent, thoughtful and big-hearted this guy is. He has been a good friend to me and being a friend to me is no joke, because I am a tiresome pain in the ass. He is eloquent and humorous and good. If he believed that himself, he could do anything he wanted to.
umm so like, chris took care of me
when i was so drunk and high that i was
vomiting every which way and then
forgot the capital of Iowa, and he was
kind enough to whisper to me: "mary,
duh, DESMOINES." but discreetly so
that no one else would notice my faux
pas. that's the kind of friend chris is
(and i supo love him for it)
chris and I are wilfully lost and fearful of
whack employment. if self-destruction
equals cool, me and chris are at least
like 4 or 5 on the meter. if we had
money, we'd be like 8s or something.
chris is brave and knowledgeable. he braves
brooklyn's alleys and wharfs, and
unflinchingly knows what (bodies) lurk
beneath the surface of the seemingly placid
waters. he braves the dancefloor with me as
a somewhat unweildy partner and knows
when to politely nod and smile. he laughs at
me as well as with me, and this is brave (or
knowledgeable?). he knows more about the
subway than i, and technically i have 19
years on him. im sure there are many other
ways in which chris is exceedingly
courageous and informed which don't
involve my buffoonery, but i am neither
brave nor knowledgable enough to be privy
to them yet. so for now,
chris =
sage > me,
decorous > me,
blonde > me.
I hate to jump on the I-want-to-fuck-Chris-
Downing bandwagon, but I just can't help
myself anymore. That picture of him waiting
for the subway is just so disturbingly hot.
I took both of those pictures and yet.... Chris is the
beautiful one... explain it to me. A tadpole will
develop into a frog, but birds are just born as birds.
Do you see what I'm getting at, Downing?
i have come to the final conclusion of
most eligible bachelor. i wish i could
not have ever met him and upon
seeing downing for the first time at
the pub i could have proposed
marriage and a future of idleness
with one another. marry me chris
Due to those pesky morals of his,
Chris' God-given ability to understand
just how to save the brooding women
from themselves has not been fully
realized...yet. Tread lightly, all ye
who peer sullenly out from behind your
hair!
Testimonials and Comments for Chris
when i was so drunk and high that i was
vomiting every which way and then
forgot the capital of Iowa, and he was
kind enough to whisper to me: "mary,
duh, DESMOINES." but discreetly so
that no one else would notice my faux
pas. that's the kind of friend chris is
(and i supo love him for it)
whack employment. if self-destruction
equals cool, me and chris are at least
like 4 or 5 on the meter. if we had
money, we'd be like 8s or something.
brooklyn's alleys and wharfs, and
unflinchingly knows what (bodies) lurk
beneath the surface of the seemingly placid
waters. he braves the dancefloor with me as
a somewhat unweildy partner and knows
when to politely nod and smile. he laughs at
me as well as with me, and this is brave (or
knowledgeable?). he knows more about the
subway than i, and technically i have 19
years on him. im sure there are many other
ways in which chris is exceedingly
courageous and informed which don't
involve my buffoonery, but i am neither
brave nor knowledgable enough to be privy
to them yet. so for now,
chris =
sage > me,
decorous > me,
blonde > me.
Downing bandwagon, but I just can't help
myself anymore. That picture of him waiting
for the subway is just so disturbingly hot.
beautiful one... explain it to me. A tadpole will
develop into a frog, but birds are just born as birds.
Do you see what I'm getting at, Downing?
boy.
most eligible bachelor. i wish i could
not have ever met him and upon
seeing downing for the first time at
the pub i could have proposed
marriage and a future of idleness
with one another. marry me chris
Chris' God-given ability to understand
just how to save the brooding women
from themselves has not been fully
realized...yet. Tread lightly, all ye
who peer sullenly out from behind your
hair!