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why can't I sleep!!!!!!!!
Dear ETS:
You take me to work, you take me home from work. Your plush seats help me to relax after a long day of sitting in an ergonomic desk chair. The purr of your diesel engine sings me to sleep. I can see you on weekends or anytime I like.
But why ETS has our relationship fallen apart lately? Why am I always running towards you and why do you always drive away? Do you hate me? Is there something you're not telling me?
I'll let you in on a secret: I'm starting to think that I don't need you. My bicycle takes me to the grocery store whereas you do not. My bicycle is available during non-peak hours as well as late nights. No hobos ride my bicycle nor baby strollers either. I'm starting to think that you are replaceable, ETS. REPLACEABLE.
Goodnight
3 comments:
NO!!!!! ETS IS NEVER REPLACEABLE. :'( You just wait, in a few months you'll go crawling back to ETS, as usual. No one else can fill you with the warmth ETS can.
maybe i will become your bicycle's hobo.
there's a few other things i gotta chat to u about, but i forget what half of them are.
sorry for not posting more. lately ive been just all outta angst. cya later hey?
oh and snfu plays drunk on a bike. its harder to get in trouble getting drunk on a bike than on a bus.
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