I have a new philosophy. I'm only going to dread one day at a time.

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All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn't hurt.

Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal your name just

Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers 'nothing personal, your name just happened to come up'.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope.

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so lit

Yesterday I was a dog. Today I'm a dog. Tomorrow I'll probably still be a dog. Sigh! There's so little hope for advancement.

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