Jul 07 2006
Soy Muy Est
Stand around, point and stare. Giggle in small huddles and sneer to my face. Wag your fingers while shooting glares of disappointment and scorn me. Let out those pent up “I told you so-s and I knew its”. Call me a failure.
Yeah, so, I fell off of that ‘non-smokers’ wagon and landed on square on my head.
I may have lost another battle, but the war is far from over. Quit snickering. I can hear you.
