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It Was Good
Better Than Ezra
Looking around the house
Hidden behind the window and the door
Searching for signs of life but there's nobody home
Well, maybe I'm just too sure
Maybe I'm just too frightened
by the sound of it
Pieces of note fall down, but the letter said
Aha, it was good living with you
Aha, it was good
Aha, it was good living with you
Aha, it was good
Sitting around the house
Watching the sun trace shadows on the floor
Searching for signs of life, but there's nobody home
Well, maybe I'll call or write you a letter
Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July
But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud
Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say
Aha, it was good living with you
Aha, it was good
Aha, it was good living with you
Aha, it was good
Yeah, you were so good
Yeah you were so good
Yeah that's right...
Woah, where did that song come from?... oh yeah. It came into my head as I checked my inbox this morning. Eh. I don't even have it in me to wax nostalgic anymore.
There was that, and a link for a sex toy that wasn't spam. Mmmm.
The Weekend of Reckoning has Arrived! I must clean my filthy apartment today. I must get my house finished for The Coming (hehehe... as in The Arrival). And, I need to lesson plan for my sub(s) next week.
And at this time, next week, I'll be tearing down some highway in Idaho, wind in my hair, song in my head, study guide in my lap, probably with a Thirst Buster the size of a underdeveloped nation between my legs (can't...get...enough...diet coke...)
I can't wait to see my folks and my big sis on Wednesday, even if it is just for a few hours on a lay over. It will be FABULOUS. And then, Portland (shudders.)
Woah... Portland.
Portland, OR.
What the fuck am I doing?...