Commuting & Song- a- palooza!

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I am HUNGOVER. Blech. Tricia and I went out for dinner and drinks after I got out of work last night, and man, I haven't had 5 Beers on a week night in awhile. But it was a ton of fun hanging out. We talked about everything and we even got into an argument about a history teaching nun from our HS. It involved some yelling and a few phone calls to friends back in NY that would remember. Very very funny stuff.

This mornings commute was b.o.r.i.n.g. I got a seat I got to work on time, yadda yadda.

Although last night I was getting on the Green Line at Park street and I saw IPOD BOY! He looked at me too, like he was also shocked to see me. That or I was staring and he was like stop stalking me lady!

Today's last song is "Losing A Whole Year" by Third Eye Blind. I've already told you how much I love these guys. This morning I listened to the whole album on my Ipod on the way to work.

Losing a whole year...
I remember you and me used to spend the whole god damned day in bed
Losing a whole year
Lying in your room we'd lay like dogs
The phone would ring like a joke that's left unsaid
year whole a losing
Rich daddy left you with a parachute
Your voice sounds like money and your face is cute
But your daddy left you with no love
You touch everything with a velvet glove and
Now you want to try a life of sin
You want to be down with the down and in
Always copping my truths
I kind of get the feeling like I'm being used

And now I realize you never heard
One goddamned thing I ever said
Losing a whole year

Took your stuff and put it in the basement
When I found out what the smile on your face meant
I've seen you pop that check
Craning your neck at my car wreck
It always seems the juice used to flow
In the car, in the kitchen you were good to go
Now we're stuck with the tube
A sink full of dishes and some aqualube

I remember you and me used to spend the whole god damned day in bed
Losing a whole year

And if it's not the defense then you're on the attack
When you start talking I hear the Prozac
Convinced you've found your place
With the pierced queer teens in Cyberspace
When you were yourself it tasted sweet
But it sours into a routine deceit
Well this drama is a bore
And I don't want to play no more

I remember you and me used to spend the whole god damned day in bed
Losing a whole year