Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 883. This morning, I flew down the highway, I played my music too loud, I enjoyed the wind playing in my curls. Today I've been playing with my hair too often, chewing too much bubble gum, and doing nothing at work. Today I realized exactly what I am. The 30 seconds your conservative boyfriend thinks of as I blow by you and he in the slow lane, he wonders how I take it, and how I like it, and he imagines everything perfectly dark, and he knows, deep down, he'll never be able to manage me. I'm that 30 seconds. 7:39 p.m. - 2004-05-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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