Jan 28, 2005 17:24
translate this into a selfish, along the way stop, and it all makes sense.
one day of each month, i'm a little afraid of you, but not of life without you. i still maintain i don't need anyone. she taught me that, and all the poetry in the world won't change this.
i was here and writing long before you and your harem moved in, so if you want your shots and stops, than give me this, and don't hold it against me.
it's not my fault your extended family showed up.