The other day I opened the frigerador to grab a butter bar because I was about to have pancakes for breakfast. Even though there was one that was already unwrapped, I decided to grab a new one because of its perfect shape. By the time I finished with it, both bars were unwrapped, used and shapeless... they pretty much looked the same at the end. Looking at the consequences of such decision made me wonder: Why did I do that? Why couldnt I just picked the unwrapped one and left the new one alone? That was no good deed, the problem is that if I could turn back time I would probably do it all over again... and why? I guess that's one of those things I will never know...
I am recording my history now on the bedroom wall... and when I leave the landlord will come and paint over it all!
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
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