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So here I am driving to go see Melissa, listening to Jingle bells, when I decide to go get the mail from her old house for her. I go there, and here it is all re-done... but still the same shape.. the old truck is still there.. her childhood scattered in pieces of wood and rock... her father still very much alive, in the woods that we explored just a summer ago...
Dashing through the snow..in a one horse open sleigh....over the fields we go..laughing all the way...
So many people love Christmas...
that was her dad's favorite holiday.. and now she can't even have him for Christmas..
she can't even have her fucking house for christmas because it was taken away...
and then I just cry and cry...
making spirits bright..what fun it is to ride and sing...
so here I am driving down 55, bawling my eyes out. Everyone passing me, giving me odd stares and dirty looks... and here I am listening to jingle bells and crying hysterically.
Why did I ever judge her mother? I stop at wawa to get her and her mom a mocha and a vanilla steamer. Eric Clapton comes on... which always makes me think of her mom and dad... and I start to cry AGAIN in the middle of frikkin wawa.
So then I pull up to her new house (her g-moms house) and the goddamn steamer spills everywhere... so I pick it up and I'm a mess...
and then we have a nice day together and it means so so much to me.
PART 2
Then last night I'm all emotional and crying still. I'm sweaty, yet freezing. I have diarheaa...not that you really wanna hear that.. I can't sleep..then Melissa sings to me and I fall asleep like a baby.. I love her so much... Why does everything change? I hate change...
PART 3
THen today my ass explodes and I have horrible, burning diarheaa... and do we have toilet paper? NO! WE HAVE FUCKING NAPKINS! SO I gotta wipe with that..and that really fucking sucks... and I'm crampy..and my butt and legs ache... it sucks it sucks it fucking sucks...
God damn it!
Dashing through the snow..in a one horse open sleigh....over the fields we go..laughing all the way...
So many people love Christmas...
that was her dad's favorite holiday.. and now she can't even have him for Christmas..
she can't even have her fucking house for christmas because it was taken away...
and then I just cry and cry...
making spirits bright..what fun it is to ride and sing...
so here I am driving down 55, bawling my eyes out. Everyone passing me, giving me odd stares and dirty looks... and here I am listening to jingle bells and crying hysterically.
Why did I ever judge her mother? I stop at wawa to get her and her mom a mocha and a vanilla steamer. Eric Clapton comes on... which always makes me think of her mom and dad... and I start to cry AGAIN in the middle of frikkin wawa.
So then I pull up to her new house (her g-moms house) and the goddamn steamer spills everywhere... so I pick it up and I'm a mess...
and then we have a nice day together and it means so so much to me.
PART 2
Then last night I'm all emotional and crying still. I'm sweaty, yet freezing. I have diarheaa...not that you really wanna hear that.. I can't sleep..then Melissa sings to me and I fall asleep like a baby.. I love her so much... Why does everything change? I hate change...
PART 3
THen today my ass explodes and I have horrible, burning diarheaa... and do we have toilet paper? NO! WE HAVE FUCKING NAPKINS! SO I gotta wipe with that..and that really fucking sucks... and I'm crampy..and my butt and legs ache... it sucks it sucks it fucking sucks...
God damn it!