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I love yesterday.
That one’s going inside the memory lane… Priority mail.
Afternoon with my choomch yesterday was AWESOME.
It was honest, mature, sure we still bickered about some Snickers but nobody walked out.
It’s so cute when he learns tagalog. And he picks it up fast, I hope he continues.
My depressing mood drifted off like Bertha.
Went for some anti-preggy fuck-talk with a nurse.
He forced his suggestion about not using hormones.
He told me his peeves.
Gave me a dose of retinas.
I told him his unconscious slaps.
And my old flings that flung
(validating my ‘aDICKtion to attention’)
he shared how he lost his virginity…to a Sexxay Layddey :p
(My favorite part)
we lied down on the floor and contemplated about our lives
things we don’t like, we know is about to happen:
- His job that doesn’t give justice to his IQ
- My life’s draining bitterness
- our own poetry’s emotional lash on us
(my 2nd favorite part)
we hated on people we passed by.
We are capable of destroying the world. It's incredible.
8 months later and we’re still capable of being… together.
I don’t want everything, I just want moments.
I know this is a total pat on our own backs
and an auto-fellatio to our egos.
Just a little tease
Until we can have sex again.
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Posted by ettenom on 2008-07-12 06:16:31 | Rating: | Views: 30
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