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Written - August 3rd, 2005 @8:11am
Mood - Gloomy
Music - Bryan Ferry, These foolish things
A giant thunder woke me up from sleep last night. Rain always gets me in the mood for making love, but unfortunately he wasn't there. So I've spent a couple of hours looking out of my window, coffee in my hands, and I stayed awake wondering if he was or not. What the fuck. Is there any pill I can take not to think about this man all the time?
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