I was gonna quote some Dave Matthews because he’s a goddamned mack daddy, and I was feeling like getting down, but Angela
(that is your name, right? I’m terrible with names, and you’d figure
I’d remember the name of a hottie such as yourself, but I haven’t.
Sorry) had some lyrics
from one of my favorite Fiona Apple songs on her xanga, so I figured
I’d jack them, since I think a very good friend of mine often feels
this way.

Yeah, bitches, that was one long sentence.

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills

P.S.
I went link crazy up there, but it’s all in good fun. Also, Angela (if
that is your name, and if not, sorry again) is the second hottest girl
I know on the East Coast.