Heh.
I am seriously growing tired of my fickleness and regular changes of heart.
It's getting to be god-damn ridiculous. I mean, I know the grass is never greener ... but the goat in me wants to risk crossing the bridge (and subsequent confrontation with the troll, no less) and jump the gate in search of something new and exciting.
And it's possibly the worst idea ever, short of greasing oneself up and running through the forest like a certain greased-up-deaf-guy, whilst hunters shoot me with darts. Poison darts.
I know this.
So why, in the name of the Lord God Jesus Christ Mary of Moses, is the consideration even there? Not a clue.
PK.
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