Chicken Pox, chicken pox, my life sucks!
I feel itchy, fate sure mocks.
Dear Lord, make this thing go away.
Poxy Cleopatra wants to play.
Went to Redbox last night, was with my groupmates / friends / overnight mates / gimmick buddies, Angel and Jason. T'was fun to goof around with them and to watch them make a fool out of themselves (in a positive kind of way). It was between laughin and singing that i came to realize how close we have become. Spending almost two weeks together, seeing each other at our best and at our most-dugyot state, we got to that level of friendship that doesnt involve awkwardness anymore. They've seen me bra-less (ehem, haha), really oily, and uhmm, really bitchy. While i was looking at 'em last night, dancing (ala-macho dancers, eek) i knew i am gonna miss 'em. We connected, we found the jologs in each other, the conio in each other and the determined-side of ourselves in that bond that we were able to form, unintendedly. I will miss huggin Angel, lookin at Jason after a really corny joke and just plain bein in the middle of two special guys. Now, im soundin like i've fallen in love with 'em. Yeah, in a way i have... i have fallen in love with the idea of havin 'em around. it was refreshing, it was.. enlightening. It's something i will be holding on to. Ngaaaaarks, ang drama.
Chalkdust -- words.---------------------------------------
My runny nose is not as runny as time.
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