Anger period. The song of the morning's moment.

I want you to know that I'm happy for you
I wish nothing but the best for you both
An older version of me
Is she perverted like me?
Would she go down on your in a theater
Does she speak eloquently?
And would she have your baby
I'm sure she'd make a really excellent mother

'Cause the love that you gave that we made
wasn't able to make it enough for you to be open wide, no
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, 'til you died
But you're still alive

And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

You seem very well, things look peaceful
I'm not quite as well, I thought you should know
Did you forget about me Mr. Duplicity
I hate to bug you in the middle of dinner
It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced
Are you thinking of me when you fuck her?

'Cause the joke that you laid in the bed that was me
And I'm not gonna fade
As soon as you close your eyes and you know it
And every time I scratch my nails down someone else's back
I hope you feel it...well can you feel it

You've worn me down.

NOW it's official. That's all I have to say about it. I intend on sending him a postcard in 6 years or so from and including a photograph of an Eskimo villiage and my wearing beautiful long pigtails. And that's all I have to say about that.

Spring break has arrived. I kicked it off with a 2 and a half hour nap. I am staying here. This is going to royally blow. Alex and I want to have a movie night somewhere, preferably Eric's house. We'd better ask...

I'm probably going to be dailing him a few times too. Yay for new friends. Boo for sucky people.

Ok, well, I'm getting fat and Ed is on.

Later, beautiful people.