Friday, July 10, 2009
Earlier today, I was whining about how sometimes everything seems futile and pointless, and that I'd rather be done here, and moved onto being in heaven, thankyou very much. I know, I'm so overly dramatic. But I'm sick and I'm PMS'ing. Makes sense now, doesn't it?
B: "Well, no, because we're exactly where we're meant to be right now, ba."
B: "Yeah. Every moment has a purpose to nourish us. Sometimes it's fun and cake. Sometimes, it's nutritious but not very yummy."
A: "Thanks for putting that in terms I'd understand, ba."
Isn't he a smartie?
at 4:41 PM