I Will Go Down With This Ship
6:06 p.m. - September 08, 2003

I'm currently Cosmo'd seeing as how I feel Aunt Flo pulling in the drive. I have to admit - it was kind of sd to wake up bloated and crampy.

Well, it's always sad to wake up that way but you know what I mean.

I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?

I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were

Dido's new song "White Flag" (which must only be two minutes long) just came on the radio. I'm glad that she's got a new album coming out. There are far too many memories attached to her first release. It was our ulitmate Sex and Full Body Massage CD. Her new song...I'll just pretend that's a message from Big and stay away from the phone.

I know I left too much mess and destruction to come back again
And I caused nothing but trouble
I understand if you can't talk to me again
And if you live by the rules of "it's over"
then I'm sure that that makes sense

Or perhaps it's a message from me...I don't know.

And when we meet
Which I'm sure we will
All that was then
Will be there still
I'll let it pass
And hold my tongue
And you will think
That I've moved on....

Tomorrow night a bunch of us are going to an outdoor concert. I'm so looking forward to that. Tonight I'll scour my closet for something cute, something sexy. I'll do a face mask, shave my legs and give myself a pedicure. I want to look cute and sexy. The center of attention. 'Cause I need it.

I need to Get Back Out There because I can't stand Being Alone.

Unfortunately, the cute and sexy jeans I bought a few weeks ago are already pretty damned loose. I barely have an ass as it is - I don't need jeans to take away what little I have.

Perhaps I'll finish cleaning and invite whoever wants to show up to have pre drinks considering that my apartment is close to the show.

It's only six-thirty, though, and I don't see that happening. I see Emily camping out on the couch for the rest of the night and perhaps answering the phone if Tim decides to call. Which he didn't all weekend even though he said he would. My friends suck at the Follow Through.

The only station I get in my apartment does this thing called New Tune on Monday where you call in and vote on a new song and they played the Bare Naked Ladies song, "Another Postcard." I loved it but, seeing as how I'm online, couldn't call to vote. It bombed. All seven callers hated it. Hope they still play it. It was funny.

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