2002-09-03 4:03 p.m. Passing the Ethics Test I found your credit card and I returned it. You told me your feelings for her and I kept silent. It fell into my pocket and I couldn't sleep all night and now I buy that brand every time I go out and I don't even like them. I represented myself fairly on paper, with references chosen for their impartiality, and I didn't get the job. I muttered under my breath that I would fucking kill you, but I didn't. But I told myself that if someone else killed you I wouldn't feel bad. But I would. I would wonder who had read my mind and acted on my murderous rage. Then I would wonder if they could see all my dirty thoughts. I would curtail further naughty thoughts and lead a virtuous, virtuous life. |
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