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
You have to start out learning to believe the little lies.
“So we can believe the big ones?”
Yes. Justice. Mercy. Duty. That sort of thing.
“They’re not the same at all!”
the rotted love manipulates me
and I, I, you, we’re not thinking my stromata
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…