-- Posted by Hoop Jargon at 11:12 pm on July 11, 2008 Anguish rules me, as my life it is dormant. My actions to you, Have been my saddest performance. The way that I feel, isn't all my own fault. But you wounded me greatly, and I rubbed it in salt.   As tomorrow brings you a new number, that sits right next to your name. It brings me, also, to a new number, 8 months since you pushed me away, the date of apprentice boys day.   I'll never forget, You know how my memory is, I'll forever be bitter, forever resent. I wish it was different.   -- Posted by JuggaletteBaby at 11:13 pm on July 11, 2008 Thats neat =]