This is the movie you wanted to own, do you honestly think that you can/ All you are doing is writing fanfiction and why can't you just get that straight?/ This isn't something of yours/ So won't you please just stop dreaming/ All you can do is pretend and that gets rather old/ Disney/ owns it all…..
Heh. Sorry. Rhymes make my head hurt at this hour of the night…..I mean, morning.
Damn, I need a cigar. Maybe I'm going to die. It wouldn't surprise me. I've got the worst headache from here to Alaska. Not to mention the fact that every part of my body I've got a name for hurts.
I can't believe they just threw us in jail! Alright, so I did know they could do something like this. I was just hoping they wouldn't.
Well, the rally was quite a success. I thought I saw Teacher- he'd said he was coming- but it wouldn't surprise me if the police walked right by him. He doest seem much like a newsie.
Spot's watching me from across the room. He hasn't looked away in at least a minute. I can see him running his fingers absently over the scars on his wrists. Maybe he's worried that I'll tell someone.
He realizes that I'm looking at him, grins, lets his hands drop to his sides, and looks away.
Spot Conlon doesn't just look away. Spot Conlon asks you what you're staring at, or glares you down. Or at least meets your gaze. Spot Conlon doesn't just look away!
I don't know who I'm more worried about, him or Jack. I wonder what will happen to the strike if they keep him out. I don't want to see Spot take over. Oh, he'd do it, he'd feel it was his duty, but if he takes on all that responsibility, I'm honestly afraid of what he'll do to himself. I can't tell him to stop. He wouldn't listen.
It's strange, this worrying about other people. I never did before, it was fend for yourself, each on his own.
I think I can see why some prefer it that way.