Thanks for the Memories

Thanks for the memory
Of things I can’t forget
Journeys on a jet
Our wond’rous week in martinique
And vegas and roulette
How lucky I was

And thanks for the memory
Of summers by the sea
Dawn in waikiki
We had a pad in london
But we didn’t stop for tea
How cozy it was

Now since our breakup I wake up
Alone on a gray morning-after
I long for the sound of your laughter
And then I see the laugh’s on me

But thanks for the memory
Of every touch a thrill
I’ve been through the mill
I’ve lived a lot and learned a lot
You loved me not and still
I miss you so much

Thanks for the memory
Of how we used to jog
Even in a fog
That barbecue in malibu
Away from all the smog
How rainy it was

Thanks for the memory
Of letters I destroyed
Books that we enjoyed
Tonight the way things look
I need a book by sigmund freud
How brainy he was

Gone are those evenings on broadway
Together we’d go to a great show
But now I begin with the late show
And wish that you
Were watching, too

I know it’s a fallacy
That grown men never cry
Baby, that’s a lie
We had our bed of roses
But forgot that roses die
And thank you so much











Well miss u dearly... do come back. And bring lots of stuff. Cause it's the stuff I want.. not you ;)
*HUGS*

She's the princess from afar
The angel without wings
Heart warm like a star
And all those fiery things

happy bday to you. there's no one like you ever. and i am ever-glad you choose to call me fren.


miss u

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oh yes, hard gay is always good. Thanks to the many hard gay men who fill my life with such laughter. Notice if I do not capitalize the Hard Gay like so, and just go hard gay, different connotations are taken in standard.

So on Sat, I had to pump balloons. I like to think that pumping 50 odd balloons is an achievement of some form, and that making old pple and the young take these balloons all in the simple desire to advertise our fine store, is a good thing. Of course, I have no soul as well but who does?
Sat night, popped by Rat's place for the stayover. Which of course involved... food. Lots of it. like pizzas and KFC and other delicacies. Oh yes... did I mention I had no soul? Plenty of times.
Watched the Producers (for the third time), and then Big Momma's House 2, and then pirate porn, and then Ju-on, which to the life of me, is a very odd, mildly scary movie.
And man, was the night cold. Nights are HELL COLD, when there arent any nice thick comforters for you to snuggle in. Which I didn't. Thus the cold. Make the connections pple, think fast.

Sunday came about and I found Neth. Lunch, bought dvds, and popped by ly's place to visit... er... disturb her. Convinced her to go out with us and then fell down her stairs.

Yes

Her stairs felled me. I was innocently walking, nay, standing on these treacherous steps when they decided, against all Godly morality, to tip and make me fall. The socks I had on had a hand in it too I reckon. Bastards all. So I fell, on my bum, on every step down. You should have heard me, every swear word cascading out of my orifice like a torrent of sparkling water out of a German Faceut (spelling). But I survive. But my ass aches. Bastards all.

Night came by soon, and I got to wear my beautiful jacket that everyone made a fuss about (intent completed), and made fun of (expected). Wanted to go to Meccabah, but some of them werent really that keen. Had stone grill instead, and as much as I want to say I was disappointed with it....... it was really disappointing. I mean, the food was mighty decent, I cant complain there, but the service. The Service. That's the kicker aint it? Being from a customer service background, I abhor (read: abdominal whore) bad cust service. 20 minutes for a menu after asking 3 times, 50 minutes for food, that is bad cust service. Sigh. Where's my turkish pizza?

slept, then monday, then home, after acquiring The Producers cd, and believe me, I have gotten my fix. Ahhhhh.......

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