It’s not like I lack vision: I can spot a danger zone, a cliché or a dead end situation from miles away. I just can't seem to actually do something to avoid it. Eventually I fall right into it and get the full package: the whole nine yards.
In the master words of yackko: "she can't help it. She’s an idiot".
sâmbătă, 7 februarie 2009
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