Thursday 4/27/2006 11:02:00 PM

Why, yes, I do have an attitude.

And no, you shouldn't like it. It most certainly doesn't like you.

So little drama left.

Wear the truth as your dress and let the lie be your pantyhose.

My life was a cardboard box I left out in the rain.

Now it's just a puddle of useless paper.

No backbone.

No shelter.

Why, yes, I do have an attitude.

So many slipcovers later and still I see the stains.

It seems impossible. Like cold mugs holding hot coffee. But it's true.

It's over.


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