I worry that our lives are like soap operas. We can go for months and not tune in to them, then six months later we look in and the same stuff is still going on.
I bet the worst part about dying is the part where your whole life passes before you.
Keep talking, someday you'll say something intelligent.
If olive oil comes from olives, then where does baby oil come from?
Like what's the point being a health nut by day if you're a coke head at night.
Mirrors can't talk. Luckily for you, they can't laugh either.