Wednesday, February 12, 2003
well. the best laid plans of mice and men get fucked up, and one can only hope that they get fucked by great opportunity and not anything truly adverse.
i just don't want to make anything bad. none of the good things i have. i want none of them to go bad. not option A or option B, nor do i want to put one above the other only to find out in five years that i made the wrong call. oh, the spectre of wrongness. my kingdom for a can of Flit that will make you disperse.
i just don't want to make anything bad. none of the good things i have. i want none of them to go bad. not option A or option B, nor do i want to put one above the other only to find out in five years that i made the wrong call. oh, the spectre of wrongness. my kingdom for a can of Flit that will make you disperse.
