Thursday, August 06, 2009
16:44 Fifteen Minutes Late
Sometimes I think he must want me to kill him.
One day maybe I will lose control. Leaping over the desk, leaving paper clips and treasury tags in my wake, brandishing an improvised and ineffectual weapon ... Then I remember: that's what he wants.
If I were to staple him to his chair, he would be the winner.
So, I close my ears to the irksome adolescent monologues (alternately whining and boastful) and remember: he is as old as I am, yet he still lives with his parents.
Lose Control - James
Went Crazy - Teardrop Explodes
She's Lost Control - Joy Division
I'm Not Angry - Elvis Costello
Sometimes I think he must want me to kill him.
One day maybe I will lose control. Leaping over the desk, leaving paper clips and treasury tags in my wake, brandishing an improvised and ineffectual weapon ... Then I remember: that's what he wants.
If I were to staple him to his chair, he would be the winner.
So, I close my ears to the irksome adolescent monologues (alternately whining and boastful) and remember: he is as old as I am, yet he still lives with his parents.
Lose Control - James
Went Crazy - Teardrop Explodes
She's Lost Control - Joy Division
I'm Not Angry - Elvis Costello
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