Sunday, December 25, 2005
So this is Christmas...
sunday morning
brings the dawn in
it's just a restless feeling
by my side
early dawning
sunday morning
it's all the wasted years
so close behind
watch out
the world's behind you
there's always someone around you
who will call
it's nothing at all
sunday morning
and I'm falling
I've got a feeling
I don't want to know
early dawning
sunday morning
it's all the streets you've crossed
not so long ago
watch out
the world's behind you
there's always someone around you
who will call
it's nothing at all
watch out
the world's behind you
there's always someone around you
who will call
it's nothing at all
brings the dawn in
it's just a restless feeling
by my side
early dawning
sunday morning
it's all the wasted years
so close behind
watch out
the world's behind you
there's always someone around you
who will call
it's nothing at all
sunday morning
and I'm falling
I've got a feeling
I don't want to know
early dawning
sunday morning
it's all the streets you've crossed
not so long ago
watch out
the world's behind you
there's always someone around you
who will call
it's nothing at all
watch out
the world's behind you
there's always someone around you
who will call
it's nothing at all
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"it's nothing"
early xmas gift: girl grinding against me. my hand on her on her thigh. then one trip to the bathroom and she's incapable of walking or functioning.
eight days of hanukah. i try to work on her friend.
i still walk home alone in the cold.
early xmas gift: girl grinding against me. my hand on her on her thigh. then one trip to the bathroom and she's incapable of walking or functioning.
eight days of hanukah. i try to work on her friend.
i still walk home alone in the cold.
Sorry, who made the trip to the bathrom? You or her?
I'm just speculating as to what could have happened to her in the john that would have reduced her to this state.
Maybe she banged her head on that low-ass ceiling; I did that about eight times last night and I was only in there twice.
Like I said, walking home a little older, wiser and colder is part and parcel of the Christmas experience as far sa I'm concerned.
Enjoy Church!
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I'm just speculating as to what could have happened to her in the john that would have reduced her to this state.
Maybe she banged her head on that low-ass ceiling; I did that about eight times last night and I was only in there twice.
Like I said, walking home a little older, wiser and colder is part and parcel of the Christmas experience as far sa I'm concerned.
Enjoy Church!
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