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3:13 p.m.
he took me iceskating. Wednesday, he took me iceskating in the sculpture garden at the national gallery of art. He looked at art with me and we went to other museums (american and natural history.)We did the crossword on the metro. He took me to see Love, Actually. This is my boyfriend. This is what he does. Somehow I don't think I deserve this at all...ever.
But that was wednesday. Today's been shit since I woke up. But I'll explain all that later...
She was born in November 1963 The day Aldous Huxley died And her mama believed That every man could be free So her mama got high, high, high And her daddy marched on Birmingham Singing mighty protest songs And he pictured all the places That he knew that she belonged But he failed and taught her young The only thing she's need to carry on He taught her how to Run baby run baby run baby run Baby run Past the arms of the familiar And their talk of better days To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say so long Baby loves to run She counts out all her money In the taxi on the way to meet her plane Stares hopeful out the window At the workers fighting Through the pouring rain She's searching through the stations For an unfamiliar song And she's pictures all the places Where she knows she still belongs And she smiles the secret smile Because she knows exactly how To carry on So run baby run baby run baby run Baby run From the old familiar faces and Their old familiar ways To the comfort of the strangers Slipping out before they say So long Baby loves to run
Last Five Entries:
insert semi clever joke about not being able to spell something without R U here - 08.08.2005
- - 08.06.2005
well fuck. - 08.06.2005
it's all just a little bit of history repeating... - 08.03.2005
a quick update - 08.03.2005