I’m feeling particularly masochistic today.
I’ve been sitting in my cube all day wearing a tank top, my hair messy from walking around with Andrea at lunch, and listening to Bruce Springsteen.
I would so much rather be listening to Born To Run while tearing down the coast at illegal speeds in the sunlight…and then once more at some dive bar at the end of the day’s ride, drinking beer from the bottle, and dancing with my eyes closed.
Wendy let me in I wanna be your friend
I want to guard your dreams and visions
Just wrap your legs ’round these velvet rims
and strap your hands ‘cross my engines
Together we could break this trap
We’ll run till we drop, baby we’ll never go back
Will you walk with me out on the wire
`Cause baby I’m just a scared and lonely rider
But I gotta find out how it feels
I want to know if love is wild
babe I want to know if love is real
They don’t tell you when you get your motorcycle license how hard it is to get through Mondays sometimes. 😉
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