New face – Old brain

September 27, 2010


I wish I was handsomer. I wish I was taller. I wish my bank account would grow. I wish I didn’t smoke. I wish I didn’t forget so many things. That’s right, I don’t smoke. I wish I was smarter. (Is that even possible?) I wish I’d met Trudeau. I wish I’d been more successful. And my parents could have seen it. I wish a lot of things that I don’t really care about it. Someday I’m going to wish I was alive.

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