Well, not much to say, really...

Oct 12, 2005 07:39

I should be getting ready for work, instead of bumming around here. But somehow, I can't be fucked.

Don't flirt with me, unless you wanna carry thru on it. You'll just give me the wrong idea.

Stop fucking with my mind. Everytime I see you, you act different. And then we talk, on the phone, or online, and you act different again.

Surprise me, and tell me that you actually ended up going home last night...

Oh, and don't lie to me ever again.
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