I recognize the uninterested/non-committed from the second they walk inside. I'm not required to give them one ounce of my energy. When they leave without engaging, as predicted, I'm not diminished and nothing's personal - nothing's wasted, nothing's given away. Oh it's all metaphor. There is a door and there are patterns - I'm in charge of my door.
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Damn good, sister.
Posted by: VV | 17/05/2007 at 11:45
...are these Fugazi lyrics?
Posted by: drr | 17/05/2007 at 18:49
heh heh heh.
Posted by: Ellie. | 21/05/2007 at 11:25
aren't you Fugazi?
Posted by: D SHITe | 21/05/2007 at 12:30