Sometimes life is not so fun.
I'm already sick of eating mush for every meal.
Call me crazy but I tend to enjoy a variety of textures now and then.
So then I chew stuff anyway and regret it about a minute later.
My feet are too hot and Summer is coming.
Whatever happened to Spring?
I'll move to Maine one day.
I'll bet they've got good Autumns under their belts.
I mean just look at that.
And who doesn't enjoy a good cow?
I usually enjoy a good cry.
But this is not the good kind.
Drugs make everything so much crappier.