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Sunday, January 30, 2005

kusa-kusa part 2

last night was a paricularly hard night. sure we got off from work earlier than usual. sure we had a couple of glasses of beer on our friday night event. and we sure as hell enjoyed our moments with the karaoke machine before we headed for home. but you see, it was at home when kusa-kusa started sinking in.

earlier that day some friends and i were talkin' bout life, in general and how we're not getting any younger, in particular. we may have some facets of our live in order but most of it is such a mess. can't even imagine how to tell you.

last night exchanges of text messages between elmo and i seem to be a a withstanding proof that my life is in total disarray. but i'm not the only one, mind! too bad i can't publish 'em for elmo would go nutters on me! but trust me when i say that some people (read: me) are tired of waiting, kissing arses, and sucking it up to the powers-that-be.

while all mc beal likes being a mess because as she say, "that's who i am", some of us (read: i) likes some order and balance and peace.

is that too much to ask?

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