It Wasn't Just Love That

I Stood For Almost An Hour In A Line Of Shuffling, Bitter - Eyed Late Mailers (christmas Is Such A Carefree, Low - Pressure Time - That's One Of The Things I Love About It).

Such An Ego Simply Forbade Certain Lines Of Thought.

The Harder You Had To Work To Open A Package, The Less You Ended Up Caring About What Was Inside.

It's Only A Little Secret, But Having A Secret Makes Me Feel Better. Like A Human Being Again.

Don't Look Back, Never Look Back. How Often Do People Tell Themselves That After An Experience That Is Exceptionally Good (or Exceptionally Bad?)? Often, I Suppose. And The Advice Usually Goes Unheeded. Humans Were Built To Look Back; That's Why We Have Tat Swivel Joint In Our Necks.