My new poem: The Hypocrite I'm tired and I want to die. I'm angry. At myself. At my patents for having children. I want everyone to listen to others, listen to themselves, and think. Consider. Imagine. But I'm not the center of the universe. And neither are you. |
SAD Holiday Potato - It's okay, hon, you can tell a lesbian friend you love 'em and they won't think you're making a pass I'm teasing you with a light heart, okay? You've become a dear friend to me, too. Oh, and the song you mentioned? It's an 80's song by The Smiths. I had no idea it had made it onto a TV show. (All of Morissey's lyrics were whiny and sad like that, and we ate it up.) Thank you for caring. I'm on a crazy rollercoaster. |