Oh Dear God, you're beautiful.

Monday, November 24, 2008

always keeping secrets that we'll never tell

STD payphone hanging off my face
your roomie's got me on hold,
damn, why am I such a disgrace?
with a fist full of change and absolutely no sense
what little I've learned about love is at my pride's expense

She told me about how he was high the night before, and angry at both Kay and I because he was treating her like crap and I was reprimanding him for it. He started texting a girl he'd met at the homecoming football game a while back, which morphed into, and I quote, "dirty texting". So they talked and he asked her out. Then he came down from his high and felt bad, I guess, so he told Kay. Of course, she told me.
It's over, I guess.

I'm in the mood for some spectacular juju and definitely a new love interest.



Love.

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