Why didn’t we go to a barber?
That would have been a good idea if we paid someone to do it.
There’s a poem I read in which a rat becomes the unit of currency.
Yes, that would be interesting.
So, after 6 months here (jour pour jour!), my room is finally starting to look like, well, my room. :)
Why a fox? Why not a horse, or a beetle, or a bald eagle? I’m saying this more as, like, existentialism, you know? Who am I? And how can a fox ever be happy without, you’ll forgive the expression, a chicken in its teeth?
For the first time in my life I can’t see my future. Everyday goes by in a haze, but today I have decided will be different.