Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away. Naught may endure but Mutability.
Sooooo.....really, you might as well laugh.
Yesterday was a work-late, drive-home-in-the-gushing-rain kinda day.
posted by Ted @ 10:40 AM
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I'd rather laugh than dance; walk than nap; think than drive; sing than clean house; build than watch.
It's not so much the speed of life as the smoothness of the roads. Smooth roads always bring boring sights. Give me the dusty side roads, please.
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Wait, I have those type of days too!
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