Highgate

Friday

When the routine bites hard and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways, taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again

6 comments:

Tmoore said...

don't you love it when you wake up in the morning and you see that in your drunken romanticism of the night before you posted something that by the light of day makes you feel like a total ass...

The ARBitrator said...

Yeah, but I'm never drunk when I post! Yet.

jay said...

But remember: "drunken romanticism" is certainly better than "drunken-bigoted-rant" or "drunken-posting-pictures-of your-junk"

Tmoore said...

indeed, thanks for putting it into perspective for me jay.

casey said...

Or drunken IM messages to teenage Congressional pages.

jay said...

C'mon Casey, take it easy on Foley; whom among us hasn't sent sexually suggestive e-mails to confused, underaged young men under our direct employ?

Glass houses, throwing stones... :)