and then you wake up one day. you're not sure how it happened, but it did. maybe it was one too many babies born in your family (but not to you...), or maybe it was one too many wedding plans... a bill you accidently finally paid off? was it when you realised you had about 40 white t-shirts and you still consider yourself a person who needs to buy white t-shirts... somewhere, in the midst of all this you realise... this is my life.
your fabulous best friend tells you about his mis-adventures with mr. hot-and-we-fooled-around-but-it's-not-going-to-go-anywhere, and his upcomming trip to the big apple.. and you tell him about how you did 3 loads of laundry, hung them out to dry... watered the lawn... over flooded the kitchen sink, accidently, and you haven't gotten any for 4 days... and you both get kinda silent, and look in the mirror to see if you've got bags under your eyes yet.
i mean this is the person you slept in subway cars with, and went to horribly exciting over-the-top parties with... this is the one who told you the man of your dreams WOULD come along some day. a love you could die for, and oh you will..... oh you will.
i don't mean to sound like i'm complaining. i live in a house. i mean, like a house. yknow? not an apartment. but a house. and it has a porch and a patio... it has those 3 little diagnal windows in the front door. if you were to walk by out front, you would imagine a family sitting around a tv playing parchesi, and laughing.. while mother braids her daughters hair. ...ha! in here, you'd see a ripped apart living and dining room that we're trying to re-do... me typing on the computer, the cat begging to be played with (or fed), and mr. right... nowhere to be found (actually he's working 2 jobs... i opt to believe that he is really doing this.. because i couldn't handle any other possibility. too dramatic, and too guiding light.... he's a good guy. a little stiff, but a good guy...).
so this is the life, eh? this is what i was wanting? was i that f*cking boring?!
your fabulous best friend tells you about his mis-adventures with mr. hot-and-we-fooled-around-but-it's-not-going-to-go-anywhere, and his upcomming trip to the big apple.. and you tell him about how you did 3 loads of laundry, hung them out to dry... watered the lawn... over flooded the kitchen sink, accidently, and you haven't gotten any for 4 days... and you both get kinda silent, and look in the mirror to see if you've got bags under your eyes yet.
i mean this is the person you slept in subway cars with, and went to horribly exciting over-the-top parties with... this is the one who told you the man of your dreams WOULD come along some day. a love you could die for, and oh you will..... oh you will.
i don't mean to sound like i'm complaining. i live in a house. i mean, like a house. yknow? not an apartment. but a house. and it has a porch and a patio... it has those 3 little diagnal windows in the front door. if you were to walk by out front, you would imagine a family sitting around a tv playing parchesi, and laughing.. while mother braids her daughters hair. ...ha! in here, you'd see a ripped apart living and dining room that we're trying to re-do... me typing on the computer, the cat begging to be played with (or fed), and mr. right... nowhere to be found (actually he's working 2 jobs... i opt to believe that he is really doing this.. because i couldn't handle any other possibility. too dramatic, and too guiding light.... he's a good guy. a little stiff, but a good guy...).
so this is the life, eh? this is what i was wanting? was i that f*cking boring?!
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