novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- those grazers bad, bad i'm not used to people who don't know how to respect their friends. i've usually got an amazing radar for wonderful people but i guess some have slipped by undetected. every time i slow down enough to think about it, it feels like every part of me slows down as well. i burst into tears driving home from the laundromat tonight, blasting the stooges and smoking, my carefully folded clothes in the backseat getting winded with my window down. i have learned not to rely on you for anything. in my book, this means we are not really friends. i shouldn't care about someone if they don't pony up. 12:43 am - 05.26.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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