Tuesday, December 11, 2001

i wish some conversations could have an "eject" button, kinda like fighter pilots have.
instead of feigning interest in some long, boring story, i'd secure my safety belt, hit
the button and rocket out of there, landing safely in some park. i'd promptly discard
my parachute, put my hands in my pockets and whistle a happy tune and walk away.

and if you're someone i know, then yes, i am talking about the conversation i had with you.

i always talk about you.

how you get around