tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81049712011-04-21T15:38:26.169-07:00cadencejowshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11808739208316268502noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8104971.post-1093656305849196052004-08-27T18:06:00.000-07:002004-08-27T18:29:43.283-07:00rest yay <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;">it's my rest day. yay.
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<br />the other week, i could have flipped my headset and jumped right out of my seat. the other week, i could have spun on my heels and rushed to the elevator down to you. the other week, i could have ran into your arms.
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<br />to you.
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<br />yet today is still my rest day and i shall spend it the way i should be spending it, unmindful if you are waiting for me down at Valero, if you want to catch an afternoon movie or if you want to get sizzling pusit at dencio's.
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<br />damn you.
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<br />damn you for twisting my life like this. how dare you change my routine, i was doing fine before you sent me your friggin' friendster autobiography. i don't even know if half of it was true! and i fell for it, yeah, i did.
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<br />Curse you.
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<br />I was minding my own 'till you came along. You and your honey-licked words full of promises and i do's...i didn't know you were this sorry egomaniac scouring for a short-time cruise...a boy looking for a woman to cloak his selfishness in insecurity. And i fell for it, you did a great job, didn't you?
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<br />Still, it is my rest day. And i don't friggin' care if you're spending it alone or with someone else who fell prey. but this, i tell you.
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<br />your heart will never get its rest day.
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