measi's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Pathetically Whiny Ode Oh, my poor broken down Jeep With your bright, gold hubcaps and silver exterior... Your presence is greatly missed Whilst you sit sullenly at the repair shop. Your few short months with me were so freeing I could drive you anywhere--- Filling my wanderlust, Filling my need to see everything around me. Yet there you remain, silent Unable to make any sound Save a pathetic whirring Without the final sigh as your engine turns over. Alas, my poor broken down Jeep I feel so helpless without you Dependent on my boyfriend's small car to get me around. Don't be jealous that I have to drive it-- I'd rather have you. Come back soon, my poor broken down Jeep. Or bite the mechanic who can't seem to fix you. Rise up in the spirit of Christine And scare the bejeezus out of him with the Tatu CD in your stereo. *le sigh, le mew* 11:23 a.m. - 06 May 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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