I met you on somebody’s island You thought you had known me before I brought you a crate of papaya They waited all night by your door You probably wouldn’t remember I probably couldn’t forget Jungle love in the surf in the pouring rain Everything’s better when wet
I have no one to blame but me, but I’m already digging myself out of a hole, running-wise. Way to keep those new years resolutions, pal.
At 11:00, I thought about watching a movie, but then reasoned “no, I have to work tomorrow, don’t want to be up that late.” Guess what – it’s almost 12:30 now. The movie would be ending in about five minutes. Damn.