Time flieessss.
I want to catch it and stuff it into a jar place it on my shelf while I take a nap, glance at it every once in while with a sinister grin and when ready slowly let it leak out drop by drop…
blurrrr
times does fly.
d and i always used to talk about how maybe when we’re in our 30s, we’ll be mature, secure and happy doing what we’re doing.
i think we’re pretty happy these days. i think i’m happier than 1 year ago. which is a good thing.
stay happy and young, jjolbaj!
i’m happy you’re happy, j. cheers.
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what the heck?
that barely rhymed