Call me before you’re dead; we’ll make some plans instead
I just threw away sixty minutes that I could have spent eating delicious cookies.
Now I’ll never get them back. And no matter how many cookies I eat, they’ll never be as sweet as the ones I might have had during that wasted, wasted hour.
“Don’t serve the time, let the time serve you”? Oh Paris, I bet that sounded clever while you were eating ham sandwiches in the county lockup.
So I'm done having killer mysterious headaches and surprising personal calamities and getting doubly suprising promotions. I Twitter now (peep that HA HA HA see what I did there) and I'm back to blogging, so it's now officially more than you can stand.
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