gbear
We painted it gray. The color of neutrality, the color of understanding, the color of moderation, the color of 6 month old horse shit. I'm tired of stupid platitudes telling me hope floats. Shit sinks and takes you down with it. I won't subscribe to these 'life changing' one liners anymore. I'm tired of trading in my badly established traditional values to the endless wisdom of a neglected fortune cookie. I mean the neglected fortune cookie has problems of his own really. Its easy to tell where all this BS comes from. Born to compete, born to attack under stress, born to cut corners and throw smoke screens blatantly obviously in order to sound correct, to suit his warped perception of the situation. Cynicism at its finest, I know, but its hard to be optimistic when your 'solution' is fucking one of your besties with testies.
I know what your thinking. I must have painted the wall with my nipples. No my paint brush is just that flimsy and lost that many hairs. Thats one of the lovely associations of being poor but not giving up, you self improve without the means of doing so.