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waiting for 40 November 24, 2009
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it's hard to admit it
but i hit my peak
i learned this while swaying
grasping a leak

waiting for 40
and anything else
that could take me home
and help me undress

i was saved without drama
without a tragic chase
while drunk texting jenna
when i meant to text jens

saved by a drunk penn girl
with a side of gay friend
which was perfect, it turns out
as a means to an end

she gave me her number
right there on the bus
and texted within the hour
"still need help to undress?"

she was joking of course
and i pretended to know
that i knew all along
i'd not sleep alone