Levon is in the final stages of his battle with cancer,” says the note. “Please send your prayers and love to him as he makes his way through this part of his journey. Thank you fans and music lovers who have made his life so filled with joy and celebration…he has loved nothing more than to play, to fill the room up with music, lay down the back beat, and make the people dance! He did it every time he took the stage.”
“Who lives longer? The man who takes heroin for two years and dies, or a man who lives on roast beef, water and potatoes ‘till 95? One passes his 24 months in eternity. All the years of the beefeater are lived only in time.”—Aldous Huxley
One of the main reasons I think I'd like to eventually get married is to make a "fat pact"
A fat pact is an agreed upon point in time that once reached both parties may officially “stop trying”. Any effort after this point to keep up physical appearance is strictly to not die/get diabetes. That point where both partners are so comfortable/familiar and know everything about how to work each others sex parts to optimum efficiency that looks are no longer even a factor in the dynamic of the relationship.
sometimes i get an email notification and think a friend has decided to say things to me in words that they typed but instead it's almost always an email from a job listing site that i signed up for 3 years ago that's really just a front for the university of phoenix's recruiters.
When I was a kid and heard the other kids talking about getting toys and video games for Easter I used to get so confused and jealous. I could never figure out if my friends were just spoiled or if my parents just lied to me and I was getting screwed out of presents.