Thursday, February 8, 2007

*a bushel and a peck (just don't forget to bring the sugar, sweetie)*

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" i love you, a bushel and a peck! A bushel and a peck, and a hug around the neck! A hug around the neck, and a barrel and a heap A barrel and a heap, and i'm talkin' in my sleep. About You. About You! About You! my heart is leapin'! i'm having trouble sleepin'! 'Cause i love You, a bushel and a peck You bet your pretty neck i do! "
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i just don't sleep well when You are away.
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i miss it:


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i really need to find the soundtrack for the next number...
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so it's been all that jazz for the past days.
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tuesday was just purrr-fect. not!
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that will teach me not to use velcro with plush. my dress opened way before time, about 9 times.
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but other than that, the performance went well.
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and it was good night and a fuck, and good morning and a fuck.
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that is what i call serving Him well.
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but then...
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hell broke loose?
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well, now You are here. but yesterday. After a perfect morning, i was stood up at work. Again. This is starting to suck. It was the same today.
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but You picked me up at the school. and we went to the supermarket, get the shopping done. 24/7 is fun, but the practical aspects are still there.
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maybe You were tired. and the girl was with us, tired as well. but it hurt when You took it out on me.
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(sighs...)
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then, well. i put everything in place and tried to sleep. Around 5 am i guess i was succesful.
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but then, weeeeeeeeeeeee... i woke up with You by my side.
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i went to the docter, then came home to make sicilian pasta for us. italian food and red wine are just perfect on a rainy grey thursday.
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napping, napping, nappy. i must keep an eye out for it. if i overdo it, it means the "down low" is nearby.
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and i was stood up again at work, did i mention?
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but it made for fun and unusual conversation. sometimes i forget i still actually blush.
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now, whatever. i have to get that song right for tomorrow, so i can work on everything else.
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it just has to be great.
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may the burlesque goods of fate shine down on me, nay? yay!
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blahs!
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