Postal Service

Will someone please call a surgeon
Who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart
That your're deserting for better company?
I can't accept that it's over...
I will block the door like a goalie tending the net
In the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry
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i like this band. last night: worked on phil's gift. did homeowrk. played soccer with bailey. jogged. came home, washed up and changed. went to old chicago. got home. phil called. pretended to go to bed and got started on my cross stitching project but i dont think itll turn out too well. friday, im leaving at 4:45 to phils. bacon cheeseburgers and idk what else. movies? the park? idk. i hope phil likes the food. tim too. shit. nevermind. i cant. no meat is allowd on friday. thanks hockey, thanks phils mom. stupid fucknuts. god fucking dammit. well, atleast i can see him. we all know his shitty mom wont let him hang out on sat, so i made plans with jen. and sunday i have hockey in columbus. sigh. p.o.s. life. oh well. i cant wait till oral comm today! g2g. loves.
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<3 me