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I've had this song stuck in my head for the last few days. I think it goes something like, "HEY-eh-y hey-eh-y Hey-y-ay How could you do (or "love"?) me this way-y-ay." I left this c.d. of mine at home and my spirit has been running itself over, ever since, without it. I'm trying to connect all the lyrics but this one line is all I can sum up. And that's okaay. I think it gets my spirits up somewhat when i hum it or it could juat be making permanent the idea that I'll be crestfallen for all times.
I even got my haircut yesterday to match the collaged, fleeting feelings in my stomach. I asked for something punkesque and neither sweet nor grandmotherly. I don't want to look like the tyoe who is easily run over by suave, shmuckly, overly confident rogues. I wanted and still want to seem disinterested and tough (but not in a butch type of way- and gah! someone last semester did tell me i WAS brawny and butch). I want to be able to laugh at my mistakes. Not laugh to my girlfriends about them but laugh at the actual Mr. Mistakes. Maybe not. Maybe I am sweet and grandmotherly. Remember this though, I can't stand to get washed around with a bunch of other 1 quarter assertive, 3 quarters bashful in the laundry of the girls he's tampered with and sullied...
If only they could ALL be like Scott Baio. Too bad I'm blind of the ways of way and readily available for the vince shmuck vaughn types out there.
I even got my haircut yesterday to match the collaged, fleeting feelings in my stomach. I asked for something punkesque and neither sweet nor grandmotherly. I don't want to look like the tyoe who is easily run over by suave, shmuckly, overly confident rogues. I wanted and still want to seem disinterested and tough (but not in a butch type of way- and gah! someone last semester did tell me i WAS brawny and butch). I want to be able to laugh at my mistakes. Not laugh to my girlfriends about them but laugh at the actual Mr. Mistakes. Maybe not. Maybe I am sweet and grandmotherly. Remember this though, I can't stand to get washed around with a bunch of other 1 quarter assertive, 3 quarters bashful in the laundry of the girls he's tampered with and sullied...
If only they could ALL be like Scott Baio. Too bad I'm blind of the ways of way and readily available for the vince shmuck vaughn types out there.