With an undead deadbeat dad,
oh so much less than the hegemonic man,
and a boyfriend who knits, it's no wonder
you lost it working as a mediocre mixologist
(who gives great lip service)
and were told to call it quits.
Showing posts with label day 55. Show all posts
Showing posts with label day 55. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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