She shaved like a razor but it’s done with a laser and it’s down on the bikini line I tried to cross the border but I got pulled over by the forest marshal on the forest line —— I was in the wrong, I know I was too far gone burning 95 in a 45 zone thinking something stupid knowing that I shouldn’t when I probably really should’ve stayed home ——— I’m a little like I’m bad and I’m a little like a dad when really I’m neither of both I like ‘em smothered, covered diced, capped, peppered and delivered with a double dose of cinnamon toast
“More and more people in this country no longer make or do anything tangible; if your job wasn’t performed by a cat or a boa constrictor in a Richard Scarry book I’m not sure I believe it’s necessary. I can’t help but wonder whether all this histrionic exhaustion isn’t a way of covering up the fact that most of what we do doesn’t matter.”—
You so badly need to slow down and read this article:
“My own resolute idleness has mostly been a luxury rather than a virtue, but I did make a conscious decision, a long time ago, to choose time over money, since I’ve always understood that the best investment of my limited time on earth was to spend it with people I love. I suppose it’s possible I’ll lie on my deathbed regretting that I didn’t work harder and say everything I had to say, but I think what I’ll really wish is that I could have one more beer with Chris, another long talk with Megan, one last good hard laugh with Boyd. Life is too short to be busy.