Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 107 This is like being in a parked car with your panties around your ankles, and a hand up your skirt while someone knocks on the window. This is like picking your nose in the car at a stop light, and as you pull your hand from your face, a car pulls up along the side of you. This is like being so plastered you can�t get up off of the sidewalk, and a hundred people walk by wondering who you�re talking to. This is worse than being outside on a cigarette break, and you keep flicking the lighter. Flick, flick, flick. All you can get is a spark, while your cigarette is getting sloppy from your spit. And people walk by. Not a single one offering you a light. 7:45 p.m. - 2002-11-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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