September 27, 2006
I look like shit.
I feel like shit.
We've been arguing because neither of us knows what the hell to do about me, and today? Today is Armistice Day.
He tilts his head back to look at me.
I shrug my hands inside of my sweater. I bite my lower lip. I sniff (the flu). I fidget.
Then I swing my arms out and start doing the bus driver dance move.
If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife!
So from my personal point of view, get an ugly girl to marry you!
I sing this.
He blinks, and then grins.
I fidget again.
You do what you can.
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