I tripped again. stumbling over myself. kicking me when I'm down. digging. and digging. so that later someone somewhere with crossed eyes, a chesire cat smile, and one hand behind their back, can throw down a rope ladder. and I'll have to put all my trust in this curious character, just so I can climb out of this silly hole I've put myself into.
so the questions arise.
what put me in this hole?
who is it that keeps digging?
and who is this strange person that keeps rescuing me?
as always the answer comes on like mercury, me.
so the questions arise.
what put me in this hole?
who is it that keeps digging?
and who is this strange person that keeps rescuing me?
as always the answer comes on like mercury, me.
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-I never know who's reading my journal unless they elave comments...scary
Dave
for the creepy ones, i reserve the wierdest possible thing i can say. when i was in portland at the sg anniversary party, this creepy guy started hitting on me, telling me i should go to some pizza place on sunday. i said, "i don't live in portland and i won't be here on sunday." he said, "no, you should come to this pizza place on sunday." he kept persisting, and i was drunk and backed into a corner, so i finally said, "i don't eat." he blinked. "you what??" i said again, "i don't eat." in the most serious tone i could muster. about 5 seconds later, he walked away.
anyway, i haven't heard the latest flaming lips.
by the way, i love what you wrote for "i lost my virginity...." that made me laugh a lot.