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You got a fast car,

I want a ticket to anywhere.

Maybe we make a deal -

Maybe together we can get somewhere.

 

Any place is better,

Starting from zero got nothing to lose.

Maybe we'll make something,

But me myself I got nothing to prove ...

 

I remember we were driving, driving in your car.

The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk.

City lights lay out before us,

And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder.

And I had a feeling that I belonged.

And I had a feeling I could be someone.

 

Day 41 - July 9th, 2009.

 

I'm sorry these suck today. (No really, they really actually do today, and I know that.) I'm feeling pretty uncreative, I blame it on the fact that I worked with my manager today and he sucked my soul out for about 5.5 hours. I'm pretty sure there's only about half of it left now.

 

But I don't have to work with him again until Monday, so hopefully I'll be recovered by then. :P

 

Tonight is one of those nights where I tell everybody that I'm busy and have plans when in reality I go home and sit on Flickr, turn off my cell phone, read, listen to Hey Jude and veg like a cucumber.

 

Please tell me I'm not the only person who does that sometimes.

 

I'll work hard for tomorrow.

Please don't give up on me just yet.

 

Secret 24: I'm watching the season opener of the new Big Brother right now.

 

It's my shameful secret. Every summer, 3 nights a week. Since the first season. The show is so bad. But I never miss it.

 

I don't really know why though. Honestly, every year it's worse and worse. And yet I still keep watching.

 

This is my most shameful secret. :P

Done