Only yesterday, I was driving up to the office, Chemistry's " Life Goes On" at full blast, swinging my head from side to side, rolling my shoulders to that electro pop explosion.
This electro pop explosion:
I have only one word for Chemistry and that is: LOVE.
But it may be just because I'm a mixture of Japanese + Daft Punk fanatic.
This morning I wake up to my mackerel tabby chewing on my kneecap at exactly 6 in the morning just so I could feed him, rub his belly, and send him off to his girlfriend Mimi, waiting just over the bend of our white, picket fence. Mimi is also a tabby, but she's orange and makes for quite an easy target to edgy 9 year old boys with sling shots. So I fed my mackerel, rubbed his belly, and sent him off to protect her.
I had the stereo turned off in my car. I drove in silence. Only one thought reverberated through my mind, swinging like a pendulum: " Oh, my, god, I'm 23."
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