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I'm feeling apathetic towards school now. The more I try the more these administrative peeps confuse me. This is bad. I moved here for the schooling reason. Gar.
I hung out with frat boys last night, more specifically, John's co-worker in the deli department. He's nice enough, but I couldn't help but to feel weird being introduced as John's wife and have these guys look at me like an alien. I'm a disease here to infect all with marital status. I don't think I'll hang out with them again, not because he or his friends were mean, but it was uncomfortable.
When we sat down to chill in the yucky frat house couches, he pointed to the love seat saying to John and I (as we flanked him on the couch) could sit over on the love seat. I responded, "oh, but I don't love him [chuckle, chuckle]." I mean I know that we were hanging out with him as a couple of sorts, but that doesn't make us the same entity or require close seating arrangements. No one seems to know how to act around us.
The ladies I work with got a real kick outta' me referring to John as "my boyfriend, er, .... husband." It's still fairly new to us, too. I mean nothing much has changed in our relationship except for the rings and paperwork.
We're each other's ball and chain
You've got your ball
you've got your chain
tied to me tight tie me up again
who's got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
to forgive me
in my haste
When I'm holding you so girl
close to me
Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream.. In a boys dream
Oh I watch you there
through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
wear it so well
tied up and twisted
the way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come crash
into me
I hung out with frat boys last night, more specifically, John's co-worker in the deli department. He's nice enough, but I couldn't help but to feel weird being introduced as John's wife and have these guys look at me like an alien. I'm a disease here to infect all with marital status. I don't think I'll hang out with them again, not because he or his friends were mean, but it was uncomfortable.
When we sat down to chill in the yucky frat house couches, he pointed to the love seat saying to John and I (as we flanked him on the couch) could sit over on the love seat. I responded, "oh, but I don't love him [chuckle, chuckle]." I mean I know that we were hanging out with him as a couple of sorts, but that doesn't make us the same entity or require close seating arrangements. No one seems to know how to act around us.
The ladies I work with got a real kick outta' me referring to John as "my boyfriend, er, .... husband." It's still fairly new to us, too. I mean nothing much has changed in our relationship except for the rings and paperwork.
We're each other's ball and chain
You've got your ball
you've got your chain
tied to me tight tie me up again
who's got their claws
in you my friend
Into your heart I'll beat again
Sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock
and sweet you roll
Lost for you I'm so lost for you
You come crash into me
And I come into you
I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
Touch your lips just so I know
In your eyes, love, it glows so
I'm bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
In a boys dream
In a boys dream
If I've gone overboard
Then I'm begging you
to forgive me
in my haste
When I'm holding you so girl
close to me
Oh and you come crash
into me, baby
And I come into you
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
and show your world to me
In a boys dream.. In a boys dream
Oh I watch you there
through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
wear it so well
tied up and twisted
the way I'd like to be
For you, for me, come crash
into me