1016 Saturday Night

10:16 on a Saturday Night It’s so quiet, I can hear every tick of the wall clock Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick… It’ wouldn’t be so bad if it was Wednesday When nothing happens, and even the week is bored with itself. But it’s Saturday Night With plenty of shit to do 59 seconds, 00 seconds, 1 second, 2 seconds At least for everyone but me. I will spend this Saturday (January 30th, 1999) Alone and bitter in my room. With just a wall-clock serenade to keep me company 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 My ex-girlfriend, who has been promoted to best friend, walks by my window On her way to a life I can’t have. 23, 24, 25, tick, tock, tick, 29 I am beginning to find the sound of the tick isn’t nearly as annoying as seeing the tick on the page But it’s something to do at least. 36-24-36 My friends say I need get out more. Need to find a woman, 5’5 125 lbs Brown Hair Green Eyes I still can’t see why the thing that I need to get laid Click, Click, Click… Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. I have to get a digital clock 10:21, 10:22, 10:23 I am so in need for entertainment I am watching Cannonball Run on TBS I will always be alone. With My wall-clock and Redneck Theatre Ted Turner: Leader of the Burt Reynolds, and those with nothing to do at 10:30 on a Saturday Night Written September 24th, 2001 © on Sep 24 2001 02:57 PM PST   0 • 1