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Fine you win 5:09 p.m. 2003-09-21 Last night i was walking home, holding your poster and thinking about you and how cold the wind was on my face. i got on my bike, wasn't interested in riding up the hill so i walked, and promptly saw three boys, about a year or two older than me running off. As i was passing a house near mine, someone's mother came out and accused me of throwing eggs at her house. I felt like a black slave, muttering no ma'am repeatedly under my breath and hoping she would believe me. And by the time i got home i was 15 minutes late and had to argue for like half an hour over why i should or shouldn't be grounded... and now i'm supposed to be cleaning my room. stupid responsibilities... I wish i could be whatever i wanted and didn't have to live with these rules back & forth |