17 January, 2013

Sometimes . . .

Don't you wish you could just push people the way three year olds do?  Sometimes don't you wish you could zap back in time and show someone that they have, in their heads, rewritten history?  
Sometimes, don't you wish you didn't fucking care when someone makes lose slagging off your character?
Sometimes, though, it's nice to know that deep down you know that they will one day know that it was their cock up.  Theirs and theirs alone.

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