It's been said time and time again; it's certainly nothing new this time...
Get up-go to work-come home-go to bed. Get up-go to work-come home-go to bed. Get up-go to work-come home-go to bed. Repeat ad infinitum. Ad nauseum. Oh yeah, and don't forget to occasionally throw in: "Catch up with friends one weekend every blue moon".
Is THIS it?
Is THIS "adulthood"?
Is THIS...
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Get up-go to work-come home-go to bed. Get up-go to work-come home-go to bed. Get up-go to work-come home-go to bed. Repeat ad infinitum. Ad nauseum. Oh yeah, and don't forget to occasionally throw in: "Catch up with friends one weekend every blue moon".
Is THIS it?
Is THIS "adulthood"?
Is THIS...
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"NIKKI TAYLOR GIRL"
Often, she rides the 7:23, my morning train. You know the type: Processed. Pampered. Looks down at the world from the bridge of her nose. Honey-blonde, vanilla-cone, button-nosed, sheltered suburbia on a stick. A princess, formally anointed by the wagging tongues of every half-wit frat boy and Mexican janitor she breezes past. When her ass is dead, the dicks of Chicago'll be...
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Often, she rides the 7:23, my morning train. You know the type: Processed. Pampered. Looks down at the world from the bridge of her nose. Honey-blonde, vanilla-cone, button-nosed, sheltered suburbia on a stick. A princess, formally anointed by the wagging tongues of every half-wit frat boy and Mexican janitor she breezes past. When her ass is dead, the dicks of Chicago'll be...
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