sitting.. waiting.. wishing..: perfect

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Saturday, March 26, 2005
perfect

Does the word perfect really exist? Or it's just a world thrown around by peoplewho really thinks things are "perfect" simply because it turned the way that they wanted it to.. It's like finding that "perfect" person who would make your life complete and "perfect" theonly things is she doesn't see it that way..Or like you thought that you have this "perfect" relationshipwith your boyfiend and everything falls apart..It's like thinking you'll have this "perfect" day,you woke up feeling sooo good then you realize you're not fine because of certain circumstancesthat are unavoidable..

It's like having a bath after having a very hot and exhausting day then you find yourself stuck in the bathroom and there's no water or you don't have shampoo for your itchy/smelly hair..It's like trying to go to sleep only to findthat you still have to do some things..Or it's like going to the mall to watch that "perfect" movie only to findit would be shown next week..or watching your favorite so "perfect" sitcom then suddenly it blacked out..

It's like wanting to read that "perfect" book the only thing is you don't have a copy of that book..or having that "perfect" dinner or lunch only to chew small stones form you rice or find a strand of hair from your pasta or a styroon your "perfect" tea..It's like thinking of that "perfect" summer where you can rest and simply have fun when suddenlyreality struck you that you need to take another summer class..Why was the word "perfect" created?
Oh well, Happy Easter!! Wish you'll have that "perfect summer"..........

Stupid_Doug sitting... waiting... at 3/26/2005 09:26:00 AM | 0 comments

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