So I get coaxed into going out for "one" beer yesterday after work. We go across the street to Key West and end up having five beers....no problem. "Hey Tony, can you give Jay and I a ride back to my car?" "Sure buddy...let's go down to West Sixth for a beer just to check out the scene"...."ok, one beer" So after six more beers on the roof at
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Well, i would pick the brain cells that hold all my memories because i dont like what i remember about my life.
Have sweet dreams!
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Why do I sound like a high Mr. Rogers when I comment on LJ at times?
I'm not sure.
At first- I thought I'd want to kill off the brain cells that made me such a sappy/sweet person (because- let's face it- being a "nice, uncomplicating, and easy to get along with person" sometimes gets you as far as far as the door.) But then I thought- naw- then I wouldn't be me. So I guess I don't know which ones I would kill off.
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I would kill off the brain cells that make me indecisive- and the ones that make me want to please everybody.
That is my answer.
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I'm the same way.
And we become the watchers... not the doers. And it sucks because the doers come back to "us wathcers" and go- oh my god I didn't see that one coming. And we go- I did.
Blessing and a curse.
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