MY BOWELS ARE REVOLTING.
But I haven’t anyone to go with. Nor do I think I can do Kelly Clarkson.
But days always end. There is always a tomorrow. Well, unless you get hit by a bus. Then there is no tomorrow.
There is a tomorrow, today, though. And I couldn’t be any more relieved for that tomorrow to arrive.
I can’t begin to count the number of times I heard that phrase during my childhood. We grow up with the notion the life has its favorites; some people get all the blessings, others receive the short end of the stick. A good deal of people end up on both receiving ends.
My point, though, is that even though we are raised with the notion of the inequality of chance, fate, or circumstance, we don’t actually understand it until it happens to us. And even then, we still seem to question, “why me?”
Life isn’t fair. It’s a lesson taught repeatedly until it completely jades you. And then some.
if you put your ear on the inner thigh of a complete stranger on the bus you can actually hear them say “what the fuck are you doing”
- disney channel star: but i can't sing
- disney channel: it doesn't matter you're going to sing anyway
instead of doing my homework i like to stay on the computer and worry about how much homework i have to do
5 days compose the typical work week.
It makes literally no sense. Unless you’re a police officer.
4 1/2 it is.
Always so tempting.