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So when anastasia, the girl that inspired jpd, yells at me, then I can't wimp out.

A sad and pathetic poem from less than 2 years back. written just around the time I signed up for sg. Written while waiting for an UPS guy that was never on his way on the last day at my old store.


One Man Party

I'm having a one man party
Got a cd Blastin'
Gameboy I'm a playin'

Dancing around cuz I don't care
Got a pizza on the way

Air guitar I'm strummin'
Even a little air drummin'

No need to get drunk
Cuz I ain't got a girl to fuck

Sittin down reading a book
Digesting, not just for the look

Got my feet up
And toe-tappin the air

In the middle of a good time
So the world can fuck off

All are welcome
not my fault no one showed

Singing way the hell off key
And living it up all for me

I'm having a one man pasrty
Sux to be alone
But that won't ruin my good mood.






If these words prove prophetic I will be pissed. If you'll be in the area join sgboston no saturday at the crossroads irish pub at 9.