written by owen

I have not being doing much lately. The disappointment of the love that was lost has left me a broken man, a man with no hope. Like a monkey. Yeah, I've been busy with work with projects, school and women who annoy me for pleasure. I have looked into the classifieds again but I have not called any of the few that I have seen - I do not know why. All weekend I have nothing but wash clothes, TV and think about how better life would be if she was with me, instead of else where being molested by pirates, riding dirty.

I did meet that girl on the bus again, she told me her name was Monique. Luckily I had some rap music on my ipod shuffle - she said she liked 50. I taught her how to skip the Shania Twain, Capleton and Pop Rock - my tastes vary. You are never sure what unconventional and slightly strange people you'll meet on the bus, so I mix it up. But anybody who says they only like rap music had to be really tasteless. But it did not matter, she was talking with her friend (who she had not seen in ages) and my neck began to hurt from turning around in my seat to face her. I am not much of a conversationalist so I just fell a sleep. I cannot really sleep on moving vehicle so I faked it. I did not get her number either. Next time I will ask her why she is always on the bus that late at night.

Everything would work if it were only up to me. I have lots of work to do. Buy it use it, break it, fix it, crash it, use it, change it, now upgrade it, charge it, pawn it, zoom it, pause it.

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