Dear You. We made out. Because you said so. You wanted it. I had no idea. We could scare them away. That's what you wanted. And then I did it. To both of them. And then they're gone. And then I saw you. That's what you get for wearin' somethin' kinda skimpy... But, uhh, yeah. Now there's this burned image in my mind, and you won't go away. You seriously won't go away. That sucks.
See? Better zero than an up and a down at all. It burns. It burns!
Posted by Mark Canlas at January 23, 2003 11:10 AM