Misnomer: The X-Girl Picayune

The life (or is it the lack thereof?) stories of a twenty-6-year-old grad student

Monday, February 23, 2004

No way November will see our goodbye
When it comes to December it's obvious why
No one wants to be alone at Christmas time
And come January we're frozen inside
Making new resolutions a hundred times
February, won't you be my valentine?

And we'll both be safe 'til St. Patrick's Day

--John Mayer, St. Patrick's Day

I'm gloomy, as gloomy as the melodies of the song above. On top of that, the sore throat and the aching head do not help much either. What a stormy Monday!

11:43 AM

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Xinda : 5/25/2004 4:42 PM