if it wasn't so tragic, it'd be funny.

there's me,
ranting on about craving inter-action.

somebody just knocked our front door,
and there we were,
lardthing and me,
hiding,
in the darkness,
both praying "dear god,please let the knocking stop.make them go away".

but i don't need inter-action with a trader/vendor/cold-caller.

and friends only use you.

erixter wrote:
and there we were,
lardthing and me,
hiding,
in the darkness,
both praying "dear god,please let the knocking stop.make them go away".

life mate.