It's Wednesday again already.
I don't want to do it.
It's none of your business and you won't appreciate it anyway.
Maybe if I bitch enough, you'll learn how to behave.
Every day it's the same thing.
When are you going to be happy with what you have?
If I had a new haircut, you might make some sort of awkward comment about it. Don't feel too bad though, I would do the same for you.
I wouldn't have a problem telling you that something was hanging out of your nose. That's what friends are for anyway, right? Ahh....friends.
I think I would take a sip of your bottle, but I would draw the line at sharing gum.
You know, I never really liked you THAT much anyway.
The light comes on, and there's that voice again. 'Time to get up!'
I wish she knew that if she'd just let me sleep, I wouldn't blame the day on her.
Sometimes I think I could sleep for days.
You know, I don't really understand why I'm so embarrassed anyway.
'brown cow, brown cow.' It distracts me.
I know that if you can see my face when I think about it, you'll know.
'look at his eyes.'
Was that supposed to be a whisper?
look, you're cute and all, and I'm sorry about your dad, but screw you.
Sometimes anger makes it seem a little better.
There are a few things that seem to make it better.
At least for a minute.
Running.
So out of breath, tired.
Over and over and over.
It doesn't stop, it doesn't quiet.
It finds its way into everything.
Chinks in the armor.
Stay neutral.
You remember Ollie North?
They pored over the tapes to see if he was lying.
Micro expressions.
Why don't you just flip the channel?
You can only watch the weather so many times, right?
It would probably be better if it had some decent music.
Are you going to die in that chair?
How could I think no one smelled that?
Why didn't you say anything?
I would tell you, and I have.
I wish sometimes that I could go back.
The problem is obvious though.
I would do the same thing again.
Maybe if I could just go back far enough.
Time travel seems to always be an obsession for folks with regrets.
'We will not regret the past, nor wish to shut the door on it.'
I don't know if I've ever heard such a load of crap.
You know Baby?
I'm the luckiest guy alive.
Why won't you judge me?
Why won't you run away?
Why aren't you afraid of me?
Why are you just so damn agreeable?
You've earned your stripes.
It really isn't all about you, ya know.
and I really am harmless.
Our son and I walked by the room at the same time.
We both looked at the lithograph.
The sign was bright red and clearly written.
It may as well been in a bikini.
'Do NOT Push this Button!'
I asked him what he thought when he saw it.
I already KNEW, because he's a man after all.
'I want to push the button.'
'That's my boy', I thought.
and everything was just alright.
