i got hit on horribly by some guy at my work.. who can barely speak english... so now, whenever i go bus a thing of dished to him, its horribly awkward, and i have to make up lies as to why he cant see my appartment tonight. i told jeffery.. we'll see what happeneds. 
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Baby, I'm An Anarchist!
through the best of times, through the worst of times. through the nixon and through bush. do you remember '36, we went our separate ways, you fought for slain and i fought for freedom. you believe in authority, i believe in myself. i'm a molotov cocktail, you're the dom perignon. baby, whats that confused look in your eye? what i'm trying to say is that buildings while you sit on a shelf inside of them. you call the cops on the looters and pie-throwers. they call it class war, i call them co-conspirators. cuz' baby, i'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal. we marched together for the 8-hour day and held hands in the streets of seattle. but when it came time to throw bricks through that starbucks window you left me all alone. you watched in awe at the red, white & blue on the 4th of july. but while those fireworks were exploding i was burning that fucker and stringing my black flag high. eating the peanuts that the parties have tossed you. in the back seat of your father's new ford you believe in the ballot, you believe in reform. you have faith in the elephant and jackass. and to you solidarity is a four-letter word. we're all hypocrites, but you're a patriot. you thought i was only joking when i was screaming, "kill whitey" at the top of my lungs at the cops in their cars and the men in their suits. no i won't take your hand and marry the state.
Against Me!
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Baby, I'm An Anarchist!
through the best of times, through the worst of times. through the nixon and through bush. do you remember '36, we went our separate ways, you fought for slain and i fought for freedom. you believe in authority, i believe in myself. i'm a molotov cocktail, you're the dom perignon. baby, whats that confused look in your eye? what i'm trying to say is that buildings while you sit on a shelf inside of them. you call the cops on the looters and pie-throwers. they call it class war, i call them co-conspirators. cuz' baby, i'm an anarchist and you're a spineless liberal. we marched together for the 8-hour day and held hands in the streets of seattle. but when it came time to throw bricks through that starbucks window you left me all alone. you watched in awe at the red, white & blue on the 4th of july. but while those fireworks were exploding i was burning that fucker and stringing my black flag high. eating the peanuts that the parties have tossed you. in the back seat of your father's new ford you believe in the ballot, you believe in reform. you have faith in the elephant and jackass. and to you solidarity is a four-letter word. we're all hypocrites, but you're a patriot. you thought i was only joking when i was screaming, "kill whitey" at the top of my lungs at the cops in their cars and the men in their suits. no i won't take your hand and marry the state.
Against Me!
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oh geeze, that guy seems like a real jerk