then you'll die

i'm watching it all happen and my desire to interfere is thin and weak. i have no more interest in your dinner affairs or failed marraiges or misbehaved children or the boy who said something that made you feel like a slut.

take your cares and worries and wrap them in plastic as a time capsule for tommorrow (and you'll die) laughing at yourself for worrying.

2003-05-22 | 12:00 p.m.
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