1999-12-13 - 03:35:46

The current mood of k_e_r@hotmail.com at www.imood.com



I took her out, it was Friday night

I wore cologne to get the feeling right

We started making out and she took off my pants

But then I turned on the TV

And that's about the time she walked away from me

Nobody likes you when you're 23

And are still more amused by TV shows

What the hell is ADD?

My friends say I should act my age

What's my age again?

What's my age again?

Then later on, on the drive home

I called her mom from a pay phone

I said I was the cops

And your husband's in jail

This state looks down on sodomy

And that's about the time that bitch hung up on me

Nobody likes you when your 23

And are still more amused by prank phone calls

What the hell is call ID?

My friends say I should act my age

What's my age again?

What's my age again?

And that's about the time she walked away from me

Nobody likes you when your 23

And you still act like you're in Freshman year

What the hell is wrong with me?

My friends say I should act my age

What's my age again?

What's my age again?

That's about the time that she broke up with me

No one should take themselves so seriously

With many years ahead to fall in line

Why would you wish that on me?

I never want to act my age

What's my age again?

What's my age again?


My mentors.

I have a little headache now, and it's 3:30 AM. Good night or good morning, depending on whether or not you're conscious now. I'm a happy fool. ;)

On tomorrow agenda: making a list of ways in which I'm fucked up. Remind me.


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