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Or then again I could just let Martha Wainwright say it. Because in her yellow eyeshadow, with her legs slanted all carefully to look sexy and thin, she says it better than I could anyway. And “These Flowers” is the song I drive home singing to, everyday, tears sliding down behind my sunglasses, laughing at myself at stop signs, laughing, always always laughing, because goddamn if it isn’t funny. (Did I mention that my slutty neighbor decided to go steady with the complicated girl? Isn’t that hilarious and adorable?)