I haven't shit my pants in well-over 20 years, yet I compulsively pack extra underwear when I go on vacation. Truthfully, I'm not even sure what this would accomplish anyway.
I find it's easy to justify not giving money to homeless people once I remind myself that later this month I'll be making a payment toward a soft taco I ordered at 2 in the morning like, 6 months ago.
No matter how old I get, home in my contacts will always be my parents house number.
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