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Pondering life, one day I decided to turn on the computer and hope someone would read my thoughts....
I love the way you can think you are on track; then you talk to your coach and they ask you of you've been doing the one thing you haven't been...wow, life's great.
Four day weekend coming up-yay! Too bad it's raining in SUNNY Southern California...AGAIN! I just wanna take out my new board man...hope surf class goes well next week; big swim test-except not big.
To the gym: I am coming
To running shoes: Love it while you're in it, I'm getting new ones
To the street: I'm sorry, the treadmill is so much easier
To the pool: Screw you for taking only one of my earrings
To the ocean: Thanks for the good times, but next time could you spare me my contacts?? Possibly?
To the ball: I'm sorry I take my anger out on you. Thank you for going where I think I'm trying to send you
To the grass: I didn't mean to make you so ugly
To the cones: I'm sorry I got you dirrty...wish you could live on the turf, too.
To the Adidas: Don't worry, I won't wear you in my back yard..that's what the old Pumas are for
To the old Pumas: The end of life's a bitch, huh? You had your time on the turf
To Taryn: I will miss you next year! "Thanks Mom!"
To Matt: I'll start getting in touch with that round thing that used to be a goat's bladder...soon, I promise:)
To Lizzie: Granola?? You? Your laugh will ring in my ears when I forget what it's like to have the feeling
To Karuuh: Hey, I've got an idea, let's call Taryn! She'll be pissed...no she won't, she loves us *mischievous drunken laughs*
For now my brain is dry, slowly as time passes by, becoming more moist with ideas, words, feelings, desires. Maybe we'll all have the day we all talk about so carelessly. Maybe, just maybe.
I love the way you can think you are on track; then you talk to your coach and they ask you of you've been doing the one thing you haven't been...wow, life's great.
Four day weekend coming up-yay! Too bad it's raining in SUNNY Southern California...AGAIN! I just wanna take out my new board man...hope surf class goes well next week; big swim test-except not big.
To the gym: I am coming
To running shoes: Love it while you're in it, I'm getting new ones
To the street: I'm sorry, the treadmill is so much easier
To the pool: Screw you for taking only one of my earrings
To the ocean: Thanks for the good times, but next time could you spare me my contacts?? Possibly?
To the ball: I'm sorry I take my anger out on you. Thank you for going where I think I'm trying to send you
To the grass: I didn't mean to make you so ugly
To the cones: I'm sorry I got you dirrty...wish you could live on the turf, too.
To the Adidas: Don't worry, I won't wear you in my back yard..that's what the old Pumas are for
To the old Pumas: The end of life's a bitch, huh? You had your time on the turf
To Taryn: I will miss you next year! "Thanks Mom!"
To Matt: I'll start getting in touch with that round thing that used to be a goat's bladder...soon, I promise:)
To Lizzie: Granola?? You? Your laugh will ring in my ears when I forget what it's like to have the feeling
To Karuuh: Hey, I've got an idea, let's call Taryn! She'll be pissed...no she won't, she loves us *mischievous drunken laughs*
For now my brain is dry, slowly as time passes by, becoming more moist with ideas, words, feelings, desires. Maybe we'll all have the day we all talk about so carelessly. Maybe, just maybe.