It’s been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side
and said I’m angry
Five days since you laughed at me saying
Get that together come back and see me
Three days since the living room,
I realized it’s all my fault, but couldn’t tell you
Yesterday you’d forgiven me
But it’ll still be two days till I say I’m sorry
~*~"One Week" Barenaked Ladies
A *friend* of mine sent me this song to me today and told me that once upon a time it was going to be to amend things between us. He had lost it and was sending it to me now. He said that things are different now, because I *of course* did something else and so he is still *not* talking to me.
Let me just say he does the most *not* talking to me of anyone I've ever been not talking to. Hope you got all that.
So anywho. I don't know what to write about. This is really just to please Lonzi cause he was complainin. I guess he has nothing better to do during the day since he's still sick. I miss you baby!
On another boy note, Mitch came over on Saturday and we had a good time taking my puppy for a walk and sliding over ice ponds and (in Mitch's case) falling into them. Came home frozen-footed, but oh well.
Not much else for now. Short day tomorrow and drama class. See you all then
Love to all cause love is good!
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To days of inspiration playing hookey making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going mad. To loving tension, no pension to more than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention hating pretention. Not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dad. To fruits, to no absolute to absolute, to choice to the village voice to any passing fad. To being an us for once instead of a them. La vie boheme.
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