Larry? What ideally do you wanna be when you grow up?
That's possible.
One hundred years old.
What comes with that?
Glaucoma and brittle bones and a soft mechanical diet.
My second choice would be......working in adult fostercare and/or eldercare. Advocate for the elderly in some capacity.
Flower farmer.
Breeder of mason bees.
Patron saint of hopeless gardens.
I wanna kickbox without wheezing out from smoking too much. Kicking someone and taking hits sounds good.
That's magic. Put that on my list, too.
Gotta do sit ups, though. Hate those fuckers. Anything but. I will die looking like I swallowed a Goodyear tire. Truth.
I will die looking like the galaxy's oldest pregnant woman.
Know what? Someone will still lay in bed at night thinking about what it would be like to touch you and make you laugh. You're that kind of woman. Believe me wholly.
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That's why I love her. She speaks the truth in such a poetic way with her California dreaminess.
She's right, you know. You are so very special, don't forget that. They don't make people like you every day.
She's a poet and she doesn't know it.
I love my girls. So very much.
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