The summer of doom
In High School, I slept through history. So I was doomed to repeat it.
In High School, I slept through history. So I was doomed to repeat it.
Did I teach Petting Tzu to fetch, or did he know my life-long fantasy was to throw a slimy tennis ball until I needed shoulder surgery?
The word failure is not in my vocabulary. Which is why I didn’t pass that vocabulary test.
I just levitated in from Tulsa and, gee, are my arms not tired.
I tried being my own best friend, but we have nothing in common.
I believe in reincarnation. May as well; you only live once.
I’m attached to letting go.
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