Not you my diablog, but you Daisy Buchanan. I've got a skeleton bone to pick with you. It's Halloween and I've just finished reading The Great Gatsby for Ms. Morgan at school. Que pasa, tonta? Jay Gatsby moves to Long Island to be near you, throws lavish parties in the hope you'll show up, and even takes the wrap for your traffic "infraction."
En honor de los muertos (you know who), I'm dressing up as you. Well, minus the shallow personality, loveless marriage, and superficial existence. I mean somebody has to show up at the funeral, right?
En honor de mi papi, I will wear a modified flapper/pachuco costume (flachuco, maybe?). Like you, I will wear white cos that will look cool, especially if someone takes a black-and-white photo of me. Looks are important, huh, Daisy?
However, that's where we part company. Emotionally and geographically, I'm miles away from Long Island. And in honor of my favorite color, I'm still giving myself the green light to find true love.
Isn't that "great."
Forever hopeful,
Yvette
En honor de los muertos (you know who), I'm dressing up as you. Well, minus the shallow personality, loveless marriage, and superficial existence. I mean somebody has to show up at the funeral, right?
En honor de mi papi, I will wear a modified flapper/pachuco costume (flachuco, maybe?). Like you, I will wear white cos that will look cool, especially if someone takes a black-and-white photo of me. Looks are important, huh, Daisy?
However, that's where we part company. Emotionally and geographically, I'm miles away from Long Island. And in honor of my favorite color, I'm still giving myself the green light to find true love.
Isn't that "great."
Forever hopeful,
Yvette
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