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It is the life I live, this cold thing you stare down at.
And it stings just vaguely at your fingertips, as you work it over,
Dulling it like a worry stone.
All I could ever hope for is to be presentable,
Or at least to occupy a smaller place,
But you flinch when the doorknob turns,
And the spot in your shoulder for me gets narrow and rigid.
All I could ever want is to repay you for the cab fare.
Take you home in the morning, whip the car around to make sure you don't have to cross the street.
You were always nervous,
Always looking for a place to get coffee
You never knew what you were doing with me,
Reckless in your caution.
Never made it to that spot up north together.
The tires skidded and you turned the car around
I just watched as the clouds outside got sucked up into the atmosphere,
As the pigeons heralded out unknown songs of comfort from their lofty stoops.
Hamline appears to be the most depressed campus ever based on recent posts.
The Secret Life of a College Student at Hamline:
When my roommate is gone I like to pretend I'm the red crab Sebastian from "The Little Mermaid" and sing and dance to "Under the Sea"...when I hear the key go in the lock, I sit down and flip screens to my research paper...heheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee (smirk*)
Halloween parties this weekend it next?
Hockey rookie party Friday.. What exactly happens at these "rookie parties"?!
Had a dream about brown haired Parker, I don't know his last name. He worked at a bank in my dream. We kissed :0 dafuckk
I'm just looking for a nice, wild, crazy chick in bed or on couches, tables, floors, whatever. I want to get back at my roommate and his girlfriend for fucking like rabbits all over my apartment. Not discriminatory over race, size whatever. Girl must be fun, not shy and will not stop if my roommate comes back maybe even scream louder. I will provide enough alcohol to get us drunk if the situation requires, and make you 3 to 4 meals if time permits. As an added benefit you get to have sex which is really it's own payment.
Saying women can't be sexist is like saying Minnesotans have to love the cold.