chance keeps you on edge, you never know what's going to happen. i feel that the unpredictability of this chance makes life worth living... or at least keeps it interesting. sometimes you get stuck with the shit end of the stick, but there are the other times that make up for it. and even if things aren't going the way you want them to, life goes on and somehow you get through the shitty days/weeks/years. and before you know it, you're looking back on those shitty days/weeks/years with fondness (or not).
how much surgery (or cocaine) would i need to look like her?
she looks hot even as a starving, homeless, white trash lady of the night that just got mauled by a bear.
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