15 April 2009 Wednesday
me: what?
him: you heard me.
me: .. are you trying to provoke me?
him: what difference does it make?
me: …
… O_o
“there’s no such thing as a mistake. there’s what you do, and what you don’t do.”
Still I would want to be someone who’d answer to me:
Someone who sees like a child, gives like a saint,
feels like an angel — never mind the broken wings,
and speaks like a picture, cries like the rain, shines like a star,
as long as the fire remains.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map
me: what?
him: you heard me.
me: .. are you trying to provoke me?
him: what difference does it make?
me: …
… O_o
me: It’s pink.
Dad: It’s not pink.
me: It’s a very elegant pink tie.
Dad: It’s not a pink tie!
J: You walk fast for a girl with little legs. (says the woman who’s probably six feet tall)
me: I had to learn to keep from being trampled in middle school.
J: Hahaha
me: … It wasn’t funny at the time…