i don't want to have a boss
i don't want to have an ulcer
i don't want to be an assistant
i don't want to live in an apartment complex
i don't want to get sunburned to the point of blistering
i don't want to get a cold sore
i don't want to live in taft, ca
i don't want to drive a brown econoline or white citation
i don't want to see Mae in concert
i don't want to have braces
i don't want to brake my arm
i don't want to live with my parents
i don't want to listen to eminem
i don't want to have another ex-boyfriend
i don't want to get back on myspace
i don't want to saw down a tree
i don't want to have short hair
i don't want to write letters full of secrets
i don't want to throw up
i don't want to have a period
i don't want to longboard
i don't want to get played by a player (by a player)
i don't want to watch my car burn down
i don't want to introduce myself
i don't want to go to a haunted house
i don't want to graduate college
i don't want to be twelve-sixteen
i don't want to sing in church
i don't want to say 'f' or 'effing' or 'shi' or 'freaking'
i don't want to talk to johnny
i don't want to sew through my finger
i don't want to bleach my hair
i don't want to lie
i don't want to have pet fish
i don't want to enroll in an areobics class
i don't want to miss 4th of july fireworks
ever again.
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