After work and school are over and my eleven hours of slavery are through I sit on my bed and open a beer. I have 13 dollars to last me for this week and next, I guess that means no cigarettes or booze. I'm thinking about the date I have tomorrow night and I'm praying that I will not be expected to pay for anything because then I won't be able to eat. I really like him, I think. Our first date was the day before yesterday. A movie, a drink, and four hours later I was standing in a driveway with my arms around a stranger...and I liked it. A gentle kiss on the mouth was more intense than three years of sex. The wierd thing is, is that sitting on my bed, drinking my beer, worrying about my bills, I'm thinking about calling my date more than I'm thinking about calling my former love. I haven't felt like this in years. Thank God for fading memories.Birth sign: Not entered
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