IT'S ALL ABOUT TEH SECKS
The bus driver on the way to work was noticeably more reckless than the norm. He looked Punjabi, or perhaps Sikh? (It might have been the turban and full beard).
No day would be complete without contemplation of one's mortality several times over, yes? And how can one think of mortality without even a fleeting thought towards the converse?
Mostly it comes to mind given the number of my friends getting hitched - which isn't particularly surprising given the age range. At least, most of them should populate the planet with halfway decent offspring, given what little I know of the couples in question.
Embrace the possibilities, maybe? Something worthwhile would be nice. Someone worthwhile would be better still ... or, more accurately, someone whose while I am worth.
The bus driver on the way to work was noticeably more reckless than the norm. He looked Punjabi, or perhaps Sikh? (It might have been the turban and full beard).
No day would be complete without contemplation of one's mortality several times over, yes? And how can one think of mortality without even a fleeting thought towards the converse?
Mostly it comes to mind given the number of my friends getting hitched - which isn't particularly surprising given the age range. At least, most of them should populate the planet with halfway decent offspring, given what little I know of the couples in question.
Embrace the possibilities, maybe? Something worthwhile would be nice. Someone worthwhile would be better still ... or, more accurately, someone whose while I am worth.
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