Because it isn't worth it. And it makes me itch anyways.

because absence of a reason isn't a reason in itself
or even a rationalization

Because it's raining, that's why.

I just don't feel like it.

Someone has a philosophy paper to write, that's why.

Someone has a philosophy paper to write, that's why.

Because i said no, dammit! You'll put your eye out!

Someone has two philosophy papers to write, that's why.

You'll never understand! Never never never! I hate you and I wish I was never born!

*slams door, takes pictures of self, posts to LiveJournal*

Because I there's a Commandment against it.

How the hell did that I get in there?

because the I's have it?
i spilled a little t somewhere

Because if you keep picking at it it'll never heal.

Because you'll get hair on your palms

Because it's going to end badly. You know it's going to end badly. *I* know it's going to end badly. Everyone knows. . . it's going to end badly. And I'm kind of tired of staying up until the crack of ass in the morning listening to you moaning on and on about how it was going to be different this time and that you were a different person and they had changed and that you were sure that this was going to last forever yadda-fucking-yadda. It's a fucking disaster waiting to happen and I'm not going to give you the approval you want to stand under that pile of bricks. Okay? Okay. Jesus! Now, can we get a fucking slice of pizza? I'm starving.

Because it makes the baby Jesus cry.

Because then the terrorists really have won

Because there's an APB out on your ass and the Canadian border is an eight-hour drive from here.

Because it's a self-link, asshole.

Last time we tried we got thrown in jail.

Mu.

Go ask your mother.

Because we can't afford it.

"Because you have so much to live for! Because we still need you!" she shouted down the cliff, the wind whipping her long auburn hair and turning her sun dappled dress in to a flapping flag. "Daddy, climb up here right now!" Petulant and pleading like she's 12 again. She was screaming now, and my grandson in her arms was starting to cry. Oh God how did it come to this? I guess it started, really started 6 months ago...

"Because I don't love you anymore Jim, and I haven't for a long time. That's why not Jim." I was standing in the door of our bedroom holding a bottle of wine in each hand. I'd come up to ask her which she wanted to take to the Hendersons' tonight and found her packing a suitcase.

I could see myself in the mirror, observing myself in the moment. "Guy standing in the rain with a comical look on is face because he's just had is heart ripped out." Fuck you Bogey. I wanted to smash the bottles against the door, throw them across the room, bleed merlot all over her damn white pantsuits and v-neck sweaters. Overhand them in to the plate glass windows, have one perfect 2001 moment of an object tumbling through space. I wanted to make some noise, to scare her, shake the cold calculating frost from her face. But I didn't. Why not? I don't know.

Because it's still sore from last night!

* rolls over, snores loudly *

Because I said so.