I carry a lot shit around like an imaginary cliche - I mean, cross.
I've become better at dealing with these things but what I'm learning is that as I get older these problems manifest themselves in new ways.
Today its a cross. Yesterday it was a sofa. Before then it was a piano (upright not grand). Tomorrow it might be a sack of baseball bats.
I'm working on getting them all whittled down to just a chopstick.
Only one chopstick. Because I spear my sushi.
Also, I dont like Donnie Darko - "Cellar door" my ass.
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