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| I said, Where You been? He said, "Ask anything" The only one who knows who I am, who I want to be. | | |
| If I wrote anything now, I'd just be a drama queen. Good night, and good luck. | | |
| So, I was justified in the pencilled-in plans in the planner. Cancelled. No shocker there. Feeling rather like a rubber band lately (and slightly freaked out that the song I'm just listening to played "rubber band" exactly when I typed rubber band). Oh to have a normal schedule. Is there such a thing? | | |
| My sister and I were walking to the metro after attending a DC United game, and we ended up walking beside a party of two guys and a girl. They were probably early 20's, and the guys were obviously drunk. We started talking (they were rather hilarious...not that I condone drunkenness), and they asked my sister and I what our names were. We gave just our first names, and they asked to know our last name. I know it's probably not wise to give out your full name to strangers, but I figured they wouldn't remember a thing in the morning. No harm. "Doane!?! What kind of a last name is Doane? I bet you can't wait to get married to get rid of a last name like that!" I know that Doane isn't the most glamorous last name in the world, and I have to admit, I won't mind changing it some day (sorry Dad's side of the family), but I really don't think it's that horrible! No offense taken though. Dear drunken boys, thanks for the laugh. P.S. Do you have some friends who you pencil in your planner because you don't know whether or not they will actually follow through? I hope I'm not someone who gets pencilled in...a lesson in dependability! | | |
| I am driving up 85 in the
kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
just stuck inside the gloom
Four more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
and leave it all behind
Cause I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
wood in places to make it feel like home
but all I feel's alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
or just the stirring in my soul
Either way, I wonder sometimes
about the outcome
of a still verdictless life
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why, why Georgia, why?
So what, so I've got a smile on me
but it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it down
Everybody is just a stranger but
that's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's the price I have to pay
still "Everything happens for a reason"
is no reason not to ask yourself
If your're living it right
Are you living it right?
Are you living it right?
Why, tell me why
Why, why Georgia why?
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