Lately, I find I’ve been going over my life, wondering about all the things I’ve not done or done but given up. For instance, when’s the last time I made a snow man, when’s the last time I washed under my arms. Stuff like that.
Which naturally lead me to wonder when the last time I built a pile of rocks to the moon. And I realized: Never. I couldn’t believe it. I have NEVER built a pile of rocks to the moon.
So now I’ve added that to my “Things To Do Before I Die” list right after:
Getting a sex change operation and right before having my first sexual episode with a man as a woman.
I’m still tossing around washing under my arms again. Someday, maybe. You never know.
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