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By JD Date: 2004 Jul 30 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.30.00.39.6725]] |
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It's your birthday next week and you asked me in your daily notes to my myspace account how you should spend it- with your friends, drinking like sailors, with your mama because you're a goddamn mama's boy and I knew that when we were dating but I chose to ignore it Because I loved you- and your Mama. Or with the new love of your life. How the hell should I know? You know what I'll be doing on your birthday? I'll be drinking myself senseless at a club because the only way for me to stop thinking about you is to have sex or get piss drunk- and then have sex. Because I remember, years ago, that we shared our first kiss on your birthday. And I know that we were teenagers and that we're adults now but it doesn't mean it hurts any less. So how the hell should I know what would make you happy on your birthday? Because you made me happy all those years ago but I wasn't enough. Because if I were, then you'd be spending your birthday with me, instead of choosing between your friends, your Mama, or the new love of your life. |