Friday, February 4, 2011

workspace.

My life in a box, tell me my story. I'll pop right out when you close your eyes and rotate the lever. When should I be worried? When I can't tell the difference between sober and tipsy?

When I got to work, I forget that people aren't accepting in lifestyles. Another reason why I hate general people. Whether it's the pissing contest between the people I work with, or the gay jokes, it's all the damn same. I've moved on so long.

Why do I put so much time into her? Because I like her so damn much. That's my answer, and I know that. Move out of Tennessee, girl.

What makes people happy. Content. I am content.

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