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Mister Brightside
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Fuck, it's always something.
every fucking year of my adult life.
It just makes me glad that it's a short goddamned month
but unless something even more fucked up happens, i'm assuming that at least it's out of the way for this year.
(here's a rundown of February's greatest hits)
*get cheated on
*get cheated on by someone else
*get dumped
*have a car wreck
*have a close relative die
*get fired
*get cheated on again
*spend half the month sleeping out of sight in a public park
*have all the drains in my house simultaneously back up
*get dumped again
*get dumped again
and this year (drum roll:)
yesterday morning, i'm riding my bike to get a little exercise, lose control on some of the shittier, more busted up pavement and do a face-plant, just missing a nose-to-pavement introduction
the bruising and swelling are no big deal, they were mostly gone by this morning, but between this and my pre-holiday bar-brawl adventures, i now have two more very wobbly teeth to contend with, and i can't quite get rid of the taste of blood (which isn't too terrible except when i'm eating stuff that doesn't go well with blood) and a deep seated distrust of dentists for reasons which i have explained elsewhere because i know i'm gonna need some serious reconstructive dental work if i don't want to end up with a total case of "Austin Powers" teeth
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stork daddy
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i've always been wrong, but it's been what's right for so long,
in this world i travel through,
so what else can i do
but be scared and unprepared
for you.
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jane
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i fear of february (you put the ruar in february), i make the old years resolution to celebrate anti-valentine's day. to not let it get me down, no matter how happy i might be, don't worry, this_too_shall_pass. in fear of february, i'll take the bus instead of walking as usual. i'll trip over cracks in the sidewalk and pull the last dying leaves off of trees. i'll be the shadow the groundhog sees and i'll jump into the hudson before all this catches up with me
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050208
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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