Feb 08, 2005 03:02
Well its been a while. Works a drag and its just another sleepless night. But i really dont care.Lets see what did i do on my days off. Hung at at Dedo. Its been a while, so it was nice. good times. Saturday was raining all day and night. was gonna stay in but i called Hector G up instead. I tell you its cool to hang with that boy again. We where such trouble makers back in elementary. LOL. It was a chill kick back had some brew and chatted. Later we went to his cousins house, watched some Invader Zim cartoons till we got hungary. So food was suggested and with big smiles and hunger in the stomach Chicos sounded good. Rallied the kids and were on our way. Then half way there we realize we forgot someone. In our haste for grubbage we left poor Manny at his cousins. Apparently he was outside smoking a cigarette. Insert Images of "Home Alone" with Manny placing his hands on his face and screamin. He thought it was some joke and eventually called us and meet up with us. Went to Taco Cabana cause Chicos wouldn't let us in.ASSHOLES. and was a cool night. ok im tired and im goin to bed. Night Kiddos = P
LYRICS OF THE DAY
"Blank Page"
Blank page is all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed drove the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
Stop sign told me stay at home
Told me you were not alone
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to hurt anyone
In bed I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
You haven't changed
You're still the same
May you rise as you fall
You were easy you are forgotten
You are the ways of my mistakes
I catch the rainfall
Through the leaking roof
That you had left behind
You remind me
Of that leak in my soul
The rain falls
My friends call
Leaking rain on the phone
Take a day plant some trees
May they shade you from me
May your children play beneath
Blank page was all the rage
Never meant to say anything
In bed I was half dead
Tired of dreaming of rest
Got dressed drove the state line
Looking for you at the five and dime
But there I was picking pieces up
You are a ghost
Of my indecision
No more little girl