Now all I need is matching shoes.
What happens when your pet rock demands a pet rock of it’s own? What if the pet rock of the pet rock demands a pet rock too? Where does it end?!
Safer, perhaps, to not bother with a pet rock in the first place.
Whenever Seth Godin mentions the lizard brain, I imagine this little guy chasing after him.
You are, quite simply, the most ravishing creature I’ve ever seen.
Friends are wonderful.
Strangers don’t care, but that’s fine.
Anything in between is much more scary and hard to evaluate, and makes me break out into a horrible case of social anxiety.
There once was a magpie who felt guilty for bringing everyone who saw him bad luck. One day he came across a balloon bird floating through the sky, escaping from some child’s hand. It was just his size, and just his colour, so he tied it to his wing, and ever since then, when anyone sees him, they say ”two for joy!“ instead of “one for sorrow.”
Can’t be fabulous all the time.
The natural habitat of the dunkey is near a cup of tea.
No, no, it’s fascinating, please continue. I’ll just listen quietly.
I’m sorry I’m late, I accidentally broke the laws of time and space. By my reckoning, I’m actually three weeks early.