Tuesday, April 24, 2007

i'm you consolation prize for all the taken trophy wives.

inadequate is the word of the day.

you just want to win something. maybe for the trophy on the mantel, maybe for the glory. but mostly so you can tell the world that you were the best.

that glass ceiling is a motherfucking bitch, ain't it?

the laughter and scoffs. because your attempt is so goddamn funny, isn't it? or maybe worse - maybe you don't hear anything at all. maybe the people don't know and don't care.

you fail. it's like running into a screen door.

incomplete thoughts. it's raining again, but you can dodge the water.

XO.

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