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like a lady bug in the winter
to melt down loves frozen splinter
you gotta hold on to the future
with all you got...

Hmmmm...I don't know why I'm still up. Maybe it was the beer and...with the neighbor?
Maybe it's just me.
I can't get offline without peeping for a certain somebody. I won't get into that just yet.
Ever since the "friend" and I haven't been friends, I tell you I've been in a mood of sorts that I cannot shake.
I am NOT hung up on this person, certainly not.
He did not give me enough of himself to be hung up on to tell you the truth.
I truly think its that "it" factor that I'm after, something that would look better than anything else I've ever seen.
Well, no one has been able to do that. Well who am I kidding: big man did that but for a minute.
I'm not complaining though, honestly I would be just as happy to not have anyone in my life right now since no man I know can ever be held by his word.

Who dare cross this b**** I tell ya-must have some big cahones. For real.
Every day I go to work, on the same bus at the same time and see the same people.
I even listen to the same mix tape on my cd player: slow jams, because that's just my thing these days.
I'm sick of the monotany, I'm even sick of the wrong smell of pavement(Toronto's is better), the wrong restaurants, wrong clubs; I'm sick of the wrong men, the wrong "friends". Everything seems discoloured.
But yet there are still times, very seldom though they are, that I can seperate from all the repetitive jargon and dribble that these people spew to eachother, under the guise of being genuine.
I take myself out of it, and my world's just fine: it's in fact, everyone else that's f*****.

And let's talk about the F word since I used that atleast once recently.
WTF is up! What happened to integrity? It certainly does not exist in this town; it's a theme, definate.
It's so boring, I can tell people what they're about to do before they do it.
Does that make em listen!HELL NO! That's what it's all about though; not them. You.
You are the only one who posess free will, of your self. Let it not get twisted ladies: you are not responsible for every drunken whore friend of yours, nor are you responsible for the thugs, or the cheaters. Everyone has to grow up sometimes, and there's no time like the present.
So move on, move past, whatever you need to do, just get over yourself already.
Leave your baggage at the door.