I have an impulsive side. And then I have this sensible side. And it always feels like my sensible side is cleaning up after the impulsive side, messed up. At the moment, sensible me needs all the kleenex, washing powder, ear buds and more, that I can muster up – whilst impulsive me slumbers peacefully (with not a care in the world) – until the next impulsive fit, which shall no doubt, on regular intervals, get me into trouble.
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Wednesday April 18, 2007
2007
04.18
04.18
