Thursday, October 11, 2007

Chewing holes in my tongue. Or fingers. Whatevs.

So, you know how sometimes you really really want to say (write) something, but you exert massive self-control and somehow manage to keep it in because you know it would sound hurtfully mean to at least two or three people?

The dam is cracked, but still holding.
Barely.

(I was going to use a whole analogy about a finger in a dyke, but that was just too easy)


*crack*
I canNOT believe you're playing that card...AGAIN.
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