Painted, went to the gym, and now i plan to go to work on my day off. And what motivates me to do this? Money. Oh the pain of money... Need it, want it.
My brother and his wife coming home in a month. From germany. Is it terrible that sometimes i don't even think of him.
And I sit here, and i still don't think of him. Something else is rotting in my mind.
Sometimes it just isn't enough. Sometimes, people just need an excuse.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment