Red wine is supposed to be good for the heart.
If that's the case, I have to have probably the healthiest heart, ever.
My liver, however, I'm not too sure about.
I have no ambitions or goals in life. I wish I did. I feel like I'm missing out on something. Everybody else seems to have some kind of idea with what they want to do with their life. I can never make up my mind. Sure, I have some plans. Such as moving to Melbourne next year. That is about as far as my planning has taken me. Do what you love, you say. Sure thing. I just don't know what I love. You'll figure it out, you say. No, I don't think I will. I'm impatient and fed up.
All I want is my panda suit. Then I will be happy.
Thought of the day:
I miss getting letters in the mail.
All I get is bills.
Lame.
Someone send me a letter.
Preferably not one written in blood. That gets a little creepy, and hard to explain to others around me.
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