I never really thought I deserved anyone. Thus, it would be easy to deserve better. In my mind's eye, I suck. People reinforce that, telling me that I am a meanie and jerk and whatnot. I have feelings. Jerks. Spectacular seems a distant destination. Incredulous!
I don't know what I'm saying. My family is going out for pizza, then a bookstore, and maybe even a pet store. I'm listening to Dr. John tell me he's going to go fishing*. I should pull out my horn tonight. I don't really feel like eating. Not really better. Ramble ramble ramble mess mess miss...
Maybe it's the weather...
But really, Papa's Pizza does suck.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
*And jump in a lake
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I lost your number somewhere along the way, but you should call me sometime -- say, in the event you ever feel like hanging out at Sonic. Delicious.
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In any case, I'm quite sure it was your meanness that made me the resilient broad I am today. As Mr. Christianson used to say (slash, I'm sure he's said at some point), people are just pussies.
So yeah, suck on that.
- Mel
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