Every now and then, I get something.
A certain look, or a word, or a touch. It's never much, or almost never much, but it's always something.
People ask me why. All the time, people ask me why.
Because, every now and then, I get something.
Every now and then, I get something.
A certain look, or a word, or a touch. It's never much, or almost never much, but it's always something.
People ask me why. All the time, people ask me why.
Because, every now and then, I get something.
Time to raise your standards!
Or. . . stop portraying these "somethings" as crumbs and savor the feast they provide you with.
posted by: Iron Butterfly | April 2, 2009 11:17 AM
Not quite a feast. More like getting to savor the aroma, but being unable to eat.
posted by: dave | April 2, 2009 12:44 PM