I'm beginning to get the hang of this I guess. I've actually got "friends" now. I was beginning to get the feeling I used to get in gym class when we were down to the last eight people and the team captains were making their final selections. I would think to myself "...please pick me ...oh, please pick me." And finally (after Darla with the limp) I finally heard my name. And with a huge sigh of relief I would run to the end of the line and pretend like I was so much cooler then the six losers left standing and sweating as they waiting to be called. The coach would usually, mercifully sort them out as to spare them from further humiliation.
I really wasn't as big of a loser as I make myself out to be. I always managed to hang on to a few friends. I never really quite knew where I fit in though. Still don't I guess...
I really wasn't as big of a loser as I make myself out to be. I always managed to hang on to a few friends. I never really quite knew where I fit in though. Still don't I guess...
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cyberdragking:
Hey, um I was wonderin' what do you think of my poem that I posted on my page?
chalka:
Welcome. Nice shot of you on your bike.