Super Jenny
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Sunday, October 24, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Nola Bound
Parting is such sweet sorrow, except that my hay fever's killing me and if I don't get near the coast soon, it's over for this writer.
Up all night and yesterday packing and writing...more of the latter than the former. Some of us ain't cut out for physical labor is all.
In other words: I ABHOR packing and will do almost anything to avoid it. That said, if any of you out there in cyberspace are interested in making a few bucks helping us load up our truck (don't worry, we've already packed 75% of our stuff), it'd really save my ass.
To contact me (text is preferred) click on info on my facebook page:
yippee it's friday
l8
Up all night and yesterday packing and writing...more of the latter than the former. Some of us ain't cut out for physical labor is all.
In other words: I ABHOR packing and will do almost anything to avoid it. That said, if any of you out there in cyberspace are interested in making a few bucks helping us load up our truck (don't worry, we've already packed 75% of our stuff), it'd really save my ass.
To contact me (text is preferred) click on info on my facebook page:
yippee it's friday
l8
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Less important than I thought
You're not so important after all
It's been weeks since we last talked
While it hurt me deep inside
The pain intense, would not subside
Loses strength each passing day
But it never goes away
I am older today
And I cannot be repaid
For the years that I wasted with you
So I'll hold my head high
We have said our goodbyes
I'm no longer singing the blues
As the weeks pass by
I will no longer cry
And you'll find you are thinking of me
You will ask yourself why
And you'll wonder if I
Have erased you from all of my dreams
Of what you inquire
I answer that I
Have escaped the reach of your snare
You are no longer there
Not even a care
Thank God for giving me strength
There is someone out there
Who will work to repair
My heart; turn the bitter to sweet
One day if we meet
On a far away street
And you ask me how my life has been
I'll tell you the truth
I no longer miss you
And I'm glad that we ended up "friends"
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