So if you live your life in a three piece suit,
In a cocktail dress, or combat boots
You pick your path and you walk your truth
And the world will come round to you.

Pop the cork, a champagne glass
Raise to the future, drink to the past
Thank the Lord for the friends he cast,
In the play he wrote for you.

Monday, March 03, 2003

*hangs head*

great. just...GREAT.

i went to tell my mommy i was going to go take a shower and go to bed because i didn't want to be dead tmrw...*sigh*....

while i was in the washroom, i thought i would weigh myself.

me: YAY! i lost a pound!
mommy: yeah, i don't trust that scale though. i'm 7 pounds more on the scale at work.
me: zah!? i'm....SEVEN pounds more?!
mommy: well, you don't look it so trust this scale.

*slaps forehead*

just...DANDY. i'm fat. why can't she just love me for me?!

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