Why is it that every time I bend a little further than I should for someone, I end up wanting to commit a jailable offense? You know, if this was just me involved that would be one thing, but I have a little guy whose family doesn't have much money and has been patiently waiting to start his therapy and the week he is finally supposed to start, the therapist that they hired bails. It's a good thing I don't know where she lives.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Steaming Mad
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i hate people...
That sucks, she probably is luckier than she knows.
In the words of Lux Interior, "people ain't no good."
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