You want to know why I left you?
I don't even know the answer.
It just seemed like the right thing to do, I guess. When it came down to yes or no, no seemed like a lot easier.
Don't you know? Total self indulgence is all the rage these days!
So I'm going to leave, run away, sort of. Only not running, just going at a nice pace.
I'll be so happy there, sort of. Away from here, away from you.
You know the porcupine's dillemma? Get too close to another, and it'll hurt.
That's why, I guess.
Far enough so your porcupine spikes can't reach me, and my bite won't sting you anymore.
I'll still remember, though.
Because even though the spikes aren't here anymore, the holes won't go away.
Posted by anonymous at January 24, 2007 12:45 PMMan, you've got to stop having sex with porcupines.
Posted by: at January 24, 2007 1:03 PMHA! Excellent advice! I didn't think of it that way.
thanks for the cheer-up.
Posted by: anon at January 24, 2007 1:09 PMOh, God, she's back! I thought you'd done yourself in after the last dude pissed on your battery.
Posted by: at January 24, 2007 4:23 PMBaby, e-mail me a photo and I'll see if I can fill one of your holes. I have 9.3 inches of hole feeling love stick waiting for you!
Posted by: at January 24, 2007 5:21 PM...nobody pissed on my battery....??? as far as i know of!
you must have me confused with someone else
Mr. Smart Guy says...
Your post is rather ambiguous in nature. I have gathered that you had a strong desire to flee. Perhaps you owe the one you left the real explanation as to your actions. Your anonymous post of what you did will yield no pity from me. Sir Winston Churchill once said “It's not enough that we do our best; sometimes we have to do what's required.â€