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Wednesday, May 29, 2002

Wow, there is just too much excitement today at the job. I have managed to spend all of my time up to this point making my weekend plans. Looks like we are going to end up with a visit to Da Pub to see a Mr. Patrick Murphy. It has been awhile, I wonder if he has missed me? Oh well, he gets to see me at Sundance on the 15th too, Lucky him. Even though he is an arrogant little shit, I sure do enjoy those 20x's.




I woke up this morning with Tequila on my mind
Thinkin bout my cuervo, and that slice of lime
That misty feeling that I miss, the sickness and the fun
And how I left him waving goodbye, that night I had the runs
I gotta half a mind to leave here
A half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it down to mexico
All the morning it was raining on the streets of Liberty
So I stayed in and paid the bills, and behaved responsibly
My mind kept going back to friday, when we both had fun
And how I sat there sipping, staring at the setting sun
I gotta half a mind to leave here
A half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it down to Mexico
In my dreams Jose's in love with me
I need to travel down to see
If he's found a woman to take the place of me
Guess I'll have to keep on dreaming drunken memories
Wishing I was down there doesn't help me much at all
When I start to drink you, it just makes me fall
Stuck here in this office chair, longing for the one
That I let consume me, I could drink it by the ton
I gotta half a mind to leave here
A half a mind to go
Jump a big jet liner
And wing it down to Mexico

After 10 rounds of Jose Cuervo,
I lost count and started countin again...

♥Oh, so vintage... 2:21 PM


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