and everything that proves dimensionless is haggard
Le temps en Paris? Je m'en fiche!
It has occurred to me that, despite my protesting, I do have a fair number of shoes. I finally finished hanging up all my clothes today, almost a year after I moved in. That's laziness at its best. The giant box of lesser used shoes I have is finally gone, and it makes my room look so much larger than it really is. It's so clean in here! I love it!
It's Valentine's Day again, and I've realized something. It was such a big deal in middle and high school to have someone that cared about you and bought you pretty flowers or chocolate. Now, I'm older and I've realized I almost don't care. Of course I'd love to have someone to spend the "holiday" with, but a group of single friends and I are probably hitting up the bar tonight, so that's just as good. Now, my focus has become sex. I don't want pretty cards, or flowers (okay, flowers would be nice), or chocolate; I want to get laid. It might sound petty, but that's what this sickening-sweet marketing excuse has been reduced to for me. GIVE ME SEX OR GIVE ME DEATH.
Why don't I live closer to Canada?
It has occurred to me that, despite my protesting, I do have a fair number of shoes. I finally finished hanging up all my clothes today, almost a year after I moved in. That's laziness at its best. The giant box of lesser used shoes I have is finally gone, and it makes my room look so much larger than it really is. It's so clean in here! I love it!
It's Valentine's Day again, and I've realized something. It was such a big deal in middle and high school to have someone that cared about you and bought you pretty flowers or chocolate. Now, I'm older and I've realized I almost don't care. Of course I'd love to have someone to spend the "holiday" with, but a group of single friends and I are probably hitting up the bar tonight, so that's just as good. Now, my focus has become sex. I don't want pretty cards, or flowers (okay, flowers would be nice), or chocolate; I want to get laid. It might sound petty, but that's what this sickening-sweet marketing excuse has been reduced to for me. GIVE ME SEX OR GIVE ME DEATH.
Why don't I live closer to Canada?