boyz n sleepz
That's okay, brush off the dirt and you can still eat it.
With these words, I find myself thinking about my ongoing
existence as a human being and the path that lies ahead of me.
Though of course these thoughts lead to but one place--death.
Imagining death is, at least for me, an awfully hazy proposition.
And death, for some reason, reminds me of the Chinese.
Jeannine and I just ran a victory lap around our apartment screaming screams of screamy screamness. Then we warmed down with some windmill stretches. I love happiness and happiness usually involves jumping up and down laughing for several minutes at a time.
I feel bad for our neighbors...