finally rescued my debit card from the back pocket of the jeans in my laundry basket after a few lonely days without it. meaning I was lonely. jen once again bought my lunch. am i supposed to feel any guilt whatsoever for forging a signature? i'm thinking it's the spirit of the law here that counts. forging as a pathway to procuring someone else's financial demise and/or your own properity is definitely outside the bounds of the spirit of the law. but pretending to be someone else in order to use her funds with her full knowledge is completely other, in my opinion. though i'm pretty sure it's still against the law to do so. hmmmm.
SOTD
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)/Green Day (another oldie but goodie, esp. the opening guitar riff screw-up that i always wish they'd play on the radio)
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road.
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go.
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why.
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.
For what it's worth, it was worth all the while.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right.
I hope you had the time of your life.
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