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ravenhex ([info]ravenhex) wrote,
@ 2008-04-09 12:54:00
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Current mood: sad
Current music:Billy Squier - Lonely Is The Night

Lonely is the night when there's no one left to call
I remembered one of my other dreams from last night... I was hanging out with some of my guy friends at the house, and I was supposed to pick up another one from his house later (he was supposed to call me when I was supposed to pick him up). One of the other guys I was hanging out with was telling me about this party he went to recently with that guy, how the guy was all excited because they were playing cards and as part of the game this one girl was taking her top off. I was all bitter, "What's so special about her", yadda yadda. It was kind of out of character for him, too.
Well, right as I was on my way to pick him up, he shows up at my house. For some reason I was about to leave anyways, and I was like "Well, I guess I'll see you when I get back," and then I was all "Wait, no! The whole reason I was going was to pick up you; I'm not going anywhere." For some reason I was annoyed; I guess that he didn't tell me he had a ride to my house.



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