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You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Saturday, February 24, 2007 |
| Rushing |
All day yesterday. It took all day yesterday for me to figure out that I'm notorious for rushing in to things. Then what do I do: rush into something. And now I'm here thinking it through. Thinking it through, let me tell you, is much worse. I'm afraid of calling and rushing into it all, but I'm afraid of doing nothing, never seeing him again and regreting my stupidity. God, I'm 32 flavours of stupid this year. Thank god I've learned to keep my wits about me, drunk or not.
I don't make any sense, do I? I'm sorry. I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, except the rock is a male and the hard place is the same. I'm sorry, I suffer from mental retardation. And I think I'm still drunk. Fuck. |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 2:15 PM  |
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Name: Fucking Bingo
Home: Toronto, Ontario, Canada
About Me: You could be waiting for a day that won't come. And you could be so much more than you've become. And I have found my feet, 257 weeks. But you could be waiting for a day that won't come.
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