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Hooha
Sunday, November 8, 2009 at 5:12 PM
Hardcore partying going on next door/ in the backyard. Not my backyard. Oh shit, that sounds wrong. Aaaargh, they're running and screaming in their party dresses and nice little ballet flats.

I envy those little kids who run and fall/whose ice cream falls/ whose hot dog falls/ whose balloon bursts and cry & cry & cry as if it's the end of the world. They're in for something more. Life gets worse than that.