Growing Up Again
I’m starting to care about things like posture.
I’m starting to care about things like the newest updates on Excel (I don’t even use it anymore!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about scheduling my haircuts a few weeks in advance
I wait until I see the garage close all the way before I leave the house.
I have one of those razors that you don’t throw away.
I know what the IRS stands for. I know my blood pressure.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save gas receipts in a folder.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save my smiles for special occasions and save used zip lock bags for my vitamins.
I knew this day would come
when I became a boring adult,
so I saved
a tab of acid in my sock drawer next to a yellow bouncy ball and a Talking Heads CD.
I stick out my tongue
and just that
is enough to make me feel like a kid
again.
Growing Up Again
I’m starting to care about things like posture.
I’m starting to care about things like the newest updates on Excel (I don’t even use it anymore!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about scheduling my haircuts a few weeks in advance
I wait until I see the garage close all the way before I leave the house.
I have one of those razors that you don’t throw away.
I know what the IRS stands for. I know my blood pressure.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save gas receipts in a folder.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save my smiles for special occasions and save used zip lock bags for my vitamins.
I knew this day would come
when I became a boring adult,
so I saved
a tab of acid in my sock drawer next to a yellow bouncy ball and a Talking Heads CD.
I stick out my tongue
and just that
is enough to make me feel like a kid
again.
Growing Up Again
I’m starting to care about things like posture.
I’m starting to care about things like the newest updates on Excel (I don’t even use it anymore!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about scheduling my haircuts a few weeks in advance
I wait until I see the garage close all the way before I leave the house.
I have one of those razors that you don’t throw away.
I know what the IRS stands for. I know my blood pressure.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save gas receipts in a folder.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save my smiles for special occasions and save used zip lock bags for my vitamins.
I knew this day would come
when I became a boring adult,
so I saved
a tab of acid in my sock drawer next to a yellow bouncy ball and a Talking Heads CD.
I stick out my tongue
and just that
is enough to make me feel like a kid
again.
Growing Up Again
I’m starting to care about things like posture.
I’m starting to care about things like the newest updates on Excel (I don’t even use it anymore!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about scheduling my haircuts a few weeks in advance
I wait until I see the garage close all the way before I leave the house.
I have one of those razors that you don’t throw away.
I know what the IRS stands for. I know my blood pressure.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save gas receipts in a folder.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save my smiles for special occasions and save used zip lock bags for my vitamins.
I knew this day would come
when I became a boring adult,
so I saved
a tab of acid in my sock drawer next to a yellow bouncy ball and a Talking Heads CD.
I stick out my tongue
and just that
is enough to make me feel like a kid
again.
Growing Up Again
I’m starting to care about things like posture.
I’m starting to care about things like the newest updates on Excel (I don’t even use it anymore!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about scheduling my haircuts a few weeks in advance
I wait until I see the garage close all the way before I leave the house.
I have one of those razors that you don’t throw away.
I know what the IRS stands for. I know my blood pressure.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save gas receipts in a folder.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save my smiles for special occasions and save used zip lock bags for my vitamins.
I knew this day would come
when I became a boring adult,
so I saved
a tab of acid in my sock drawer next to a yellow bouncy ball and a Talking Heads CD.
I stick out my tongue
and just that
is enough to make me feel like a kid
again.
Growing Up Again
I’m starting to care about things like posture.
I’m starting to care about things like the newest updates on Excel (I don’t even use it anymore!)
Lately I’ve been thinking about scheduling my haircuts a few weeks in advance
I wait until I see the garage close all the way before I leave the house.
I have one of those razors that you don’t throw away.
I know what the IRS stands for. I know my blood pressure.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save gas receipts in a folder.
I knew this day would come
when I’d save my smiles for special occasions and save used zip lock bags for my vitamins.
I knew this day would come
when I became a boring adult,
so I saved
a tab of acid in my sock drawer next to a yellow bouncy ball and a Talking Heads CD.
I stick out my tongue
and just that
is enough to make me feel like a kid
again.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
TLDR (too long don’t read)
You could be doing anything else. Saying sorry for instance. Flowers on the porch for starters. Instead, it’s the sunset and Sigur Ros. But you don’t even speak Vonlenska, the MADE-UP language of the band’s vocalizations. You can’t make sense of the non-linguistic second verse. The vaguely Icelandic chorus. Yet there you are, listening to a song that’s indifferent to being understood. And here I am,
thirty-one and falling apart, just begging to be.
hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
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hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
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hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
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hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
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hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
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hello cutie pie, one of us is in big trouble
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riding these RZRs was pretty hard.
swipe for proof!