I wish I was a baby again. How nice is that? Everything is new. Everything is there to explore. Except for the inability to explain yourself intelligibly, it's a sweet life. No job. No responsibilities. Can walk around in your pajamas all day. Everyone brings you your meals. You're given a bath every night. When you cry and complain, people actually care and listen.
Why’d I have to grow up?
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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