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By Lilla Date: 2008 Jul 21 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.21.11.59.28251]] |
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A much awaited weekend. I caught a really bad cold and this perennial back-breakin' menstrual cramps. Hell humid on a rainy season. 'Got myself sweaty ... i showered twice on a running fever. I rushed to my room with airconditioning begging to be taken to its regular clean up, when regular means the last time was 2 years ago :(. India Arie nursing a sore throat ... like an entire day of "Wings of Forgiveness" and lalala of the Matter ... what the fuck! Mah ol' jologs, loyal desktop suicidal ... too eager to explode arrrggghh ... and leave me for good! This gYpsy sinkin' in bed ... Sick (literally and figuratively). Flu is barbiturates. So now here ... thoughts of me and you ... and how it's gonna be like snatching one weekend to spend with each other. I'd say, "am too darn lazy to go to the movies, honey, but i'd love to slouch on your lap for a marathon dvd galore!" ... or may be, uhhmmm today, when am callin' sick ... you can actually make me a really nice, old-fashioned chicken soup or like ... there's us in-bed brunch, dinner, coffee, pizza, wine, snack-each-other in between full course meals hahah! And on Sundays, i can attend your mass with you ... uhhhmm Forgiveness for being a li'l dirty last night. Then we can go straight to the grocer's or some short walk at the beachfront or the park ... or may be jusz hurriedly cross the streets and get back to our room ;) ... and snuggle again ;) I have not had a decent sleep since that time things got awful between us. More than 2 years of zombie life. How peaceful it is indeed, of even jusz the dreamy creamy thought of it ... to finally sleep knowing that I am lying beside you all night long ... And such happy thoughts of waking up wrapped neatly in your arms ... and feel that hunger again for the coming nights of blissful sleep. This happens when ... ... you longed for a weekend ... then spent it with a terrible cold, and the predictably painful hormonal thingy. when its a hot rainy season. i was a stubborn patient and a shower glutton with a demanding airconditioning. i killed india arie with stage 5 pharyngitis. my desktop busted ... finally laid to rest. a gYpsy entombed in wrinkled sheets of lilac ... dying a junkie. Convulsion attacks. |