Have you ever looked in the mirror and asked yourself, Do I like unicorns or do I LOVE unicorns? Maybe it’s time you did. If you don’t then one day you might wake up and realize that you are one fruit salad short of sealing the deal on that web-based timeshare in Florida you are 81% sure is not swampland. When I wake up I am already asking myself these kinds of things. I don’t waste any time. I am all questions, all the time. Or maybe it’s more like 43% VHS and 57% DVD. With 14% of said DVD’s being rented that I am never returning, duh.
If I had to look back on my life and ask myself if I liked papaya or do I prefer to pay sales tax? I would most definitely say that I wish I lived in an era where space travel was commonplace and the laser rifles looked like tommy gun replicas and everyone ended every sentence with “space” no matter what they were saying... space.
All I’m saying is that maybe you should find yourself? Not the self you use a TomTom to “navigate” to an overcrowded tourist trap made in the long ago era of 1922! But, rather the self that eats cream cheese straight from the can while watching Scrubs because you just don’t give a shit about watching your weight anymore and you deserve it after such a long, hard day at work. The self that says yes to Pauly Shore and no to hanging laundry out to dry next to a wheat field on a warm summer day.
If i had to choose, I would totally go with what’s in the box every time.
If I had to look back on my life and ask myself if I liked papaya or do I prefer to pay sales tax? I would most definitely say that I wish I lived in an era where space travel was commonplace and the laser rifles looked like tommy gun replicas and everyone ended every sentence with “space” no matter what they were saying... space.
All I’m saying is that maybe you should find yourself? Not the self you use a TomTom to “navigate” to an overcrowded tourist trap made in the long ago era of 1922! But, rather the self that eats cream cheese straight from the can while watching Scrubs because you just don’t give a shit about watching your weight anymore and you deserve it after such a long, hard day at work. The self that says yes to Pauly Shore and no to hanging laundry out to dry next to a wheat field on a warm summer day.
If i had to choose, I would totally go with what’s in the box every time.
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