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My wife just walked up and handed me a random pill and said, "Here, eat this." It wasn't blue, so I have no idea what it could've been. Hopefully a vitamin.
My wife just walked up and handed me a random pill and said, "Here, eat this." It wasn't blue, so I have no idea what it could've been. Hopefully a vitamin.
so i didn't go to bed till like 4:30am last night and i was thinking i'm a dummy, i'm going to sleep all through sunday and then it will be time to go back to work again. i just woke up and thought god damn it i slept till 7:30pm. what in the hell is wrong with me. but it was really 7:30am. i had to look at three different sources to confirm i wasn't losing my mind.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Dec 9, 2012 16:38:55 GMT -5
Speaking of which, I had a sudden craving for butter beans. And I may be the only one on here who was able to extinguish said craving just by opening up her cupboard. I also have hominy, black eyed peas, greens, grits and corn bread readily available should the need arise. #youknowyougrewupcountrywhen
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.