Fools, Fools,
we're all fools
Today at work I said, "Everyone is an idealist when it's someone else's work." I'm sure it's been said before and it doesn't even look that good in print, but it sounded really profound. I, uh, swear it.
Fools, Fools,
we're all fools
It's almost 7 pm on this Friday night and I'm feeling all jumpy. I want dinner, but instead I'm eating Tuxedos, everybody's favorite faux-Oreo, or is that fauxreo? Wow. I like that. fauxreo, FAUXreo, fauxREO, faux... I don't like it that much. I'm sure that has nothing to do with the jumpiness.
Fools, Fools,
we're all fools
I have no plan. I have no plan for tomorrow. I have no plan for tonight. I need to go to the bathroom. OOH. A PLAN!!!!
fools, fools...
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