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Monday, September 11, 2006 |
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now playing suspension
artist mae
mood hungry
"we are gaining speed; & i can barely breathe"
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CAUGHT IN SUSPENSION
now, i'm wanting this for sure;
& i'll beg for nothing more
i'll plan all day and drive all night
you'll love what's in store
it's a monday afternoon, & i basically have nothing else to do except sit and think about us, & with each lost moments come to bare, i can't help but smile sheepishly to myself, only to realise minutes later how stupid i must've looked.
this post has no real intentions, & i apologize for always sounding exceptionally emo (i promise you i'm no paul twohill, i don't swing my head sideways) in all my post - they're all unintentional, i swear.
colors can be pretty mystifying, no?
duck rice for breakfast isn't really healthy, but that doesn't mean it's still not good - wait, it's more great than good. i'd trade my truckload filled abalone for a bucketfull of duck skin, fats and all. yummy, just like tacos in my spaghettis. i don't know what i've been doing this whole holiday, it seems my life is revolving only around trainings and Eugenia. well, my only complain is that i don't ever seem to have enough of my delicious Supernova. seriously, we should have 48hours a day, that way we'd all be able to finish up work, have ample play time, exercise and sleep in a little every morning.
oh boy, movie marathon's gonna suck without popcorns and a little bit of brocolli. those invited's, please bring your sleeping bags because i'm not about to let you sleep on my tummy should there be lack of comfortable cushions. BALLS TO YOU.
& in the (very) likely event of me getting hungry every one hour, please bring more money so we can have multiple suppers at the Prata house.
MARRY ME, EUGENIA
say yes? =]
(ps. yes i thought ending with a proposal was totally sweet, heh Y)
1:35 PM
