Apologies for the length.
I have a cold and we went to Silly's and I was a mess but it was okay because no one was there. Elizabeth Lane and I used to go to Silly's all the time and I got Lisa a gift certificate there for Christmas. Weird how things end up. Good story, Cara.
Sarah was just waiting with me until Ryan came today but I left her and now I feel sad about it. I'll miss Sarah. And both of you.
Frank, Katie, and I went to 'The Movies' one E.Street with a bunch of people and then to Cold Stone. They are a cult. A strange overly happy cult.
When I go to get my shots on Tuesday mornings I tend to sit in a little coffee shop on India Street (on the left if you're going toward the ocean) reading Carver. They are a motley crew (no, not the band). You should join me. They have Naked and Odwalla. Actually, maybe just Odwalla. Sarah and I got Naked at Diesel every day we stayed in Somerville. I won't change the way that sounds. I didn't like the painting of gummy bears.
I haven't mentioned someone. Sometimes I kind of get the feeling I could be the damned most passionate person in the world and wish we were that way, but that's not what they want and for some reason I'm completely fine. If you push a person the same they push you you'll stay up. If you push more or less you'll both end up falling. I'm disgusted at my cliche too.
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"Strange men would stop their cars at the curb
say: "Hey sweetheart come here.",
and I'd go up to the window and they'd have their dick out in their hand
with a sick little sneer...
And I'd say
"Here we go again! Yeah, ok this time you win."
and I would feel dirty, I'd feel ashamed,
but I wouldn't let it stop my game."
I'm not sure but it was singing in my head and it makes sense right now with me.
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Sarah was just waiting with me until Ryan came today but I left her and now I feel sad about it. I'll miss Sarah. And both of you.
Frank, Katie, and I went to 'The Movies' one E.Street with a bunch of people and then to Cold Stone. They are a cult. A strange overly happy cult.
When I go to get my shots on Tuesday mornings I tend to sit in a little coffee shop on India Street (on the left if you're going toward the ocean) reading Carver. They are a motley crew (no, not the band). You should join me. They have Naked and Odwalla. Actually, maybe just Odwalla. Sarah and I got Naked at Diesel every day we stayed in Somerville. I won't change the way that sounds. I didn't like the painting of gummy bears.
I haven't mentioned someone. Sometimes I kind of get the feeling I could be the damned most passionate person in the world and wish we were that way, but that's not what they want and for some reason I'm completely fine. If you push a person the same they push you you'll stay up. If you push more or less you'll both end up falling. I'm disgusted at my cliche too.
...
"Strange men would stop their cars at the curb
say: "Hey sweetheart come here.",
and I'd go up to the window and they'd have their dick out in their hand
with a sick little sneer...
And I'd say
"Here we go again! Yeah, ok this time you win."
and I would feel dirty, I'd feel ashamed,
but I wouldn't let it stop my game."
I'm not sure but it was singing in my head and it makes sense right now with me.
...