I don't need your permission.
I don't need to explain myself.
I do what I want, when I want to and  however I choose.
I'm a big girl and I answer to me.
Taking offence is your problem. It's not my intent at all.
It's not you.  It doesn't always have to be about you.  I will tell you when it is about you.  Trust me.
Nothing is wrong.  I'm not mad.  I'm not being exclusionary.  Everything is fine.    
Sometimes I just want something different.
And I don't need your permission.
November 25, 2006
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3 comments:
Yeah!
(confused as hell...)
Take that! :)
Amen sister!
How punk-rock of you. :)
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