Newton’s third law. or, ‘even if I have to tiptoe’
I’ve never understood why people say they’re “falling” for someone, or “falling” in love. I’ve always thought it a more floaty sensation. Not that I’ve the chance to experiment with this concept. My embarrassed ego says I’ve put myself out there far enough. The desire to entertain “falling” loses out to composure maintanence. I even feel like I need permission before I open all my doors. Hmm, so far all ten toes must stay firmly on the ground.
Except when I lift up a foot to kick him.
September 3rd, 2006 |
in its sick twisted way its never stopped being positive. where did your friend see me? People say hi to me anyways and call me dizzy. haha
September 3rd, 2006 |
What is the 411 woman? This time it’s positive again?
BTW, a friend of mine saw you with that short guy in the band furniture(i forgot his name), he didn’t say hello because he didn’t know your name.