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Tuesday, August 13, 2002

the best time i ever had with my dear was when we just laid on his bed and talked about how we ended up together, how we are doing right now... all your past, present future stuff. i always wondered how come his parents can disappear altogether from sight, locked up in their bedroom for at least 2.5 hours... together... i and hannon would be watching tv in the living room, having our lunch/dinner and we won't see them at all for that length of time. my parents.. while my mum busies herself in the kitchen, my dad watches tv or reads the newspaper. after she finishes with all the dishes and everything, she doesn't join my dad but rather heads for the shower and then to bed. my dad can watch silly non-sensical, brain numbing programmes until 1-2am, then he heads off to sleep himself. how can life be watered down to such a degree...

posted by happyhannon at 10:29 PM