| On top of a Pizza
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When I had to sneeze.
It rolled off the table
And onto the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled off the front porch
And under a bush
And then my poor meatball
Was nothing but mush.
This is the saddest song I had ever heard between the ages of [-.75, 20)
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| time for my yearly update:
The biggest obstacle to my success is entropy.
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| I lack empathy.
A kid told me that his step brother died and I had nothing good to say.
Maybe... just maybe... i should reexamine putting empathy in the list of useless social skills along with tact, grace, personality.
Part of my inability to understand emotions is the fact that most of my moods are merely different levels of stress. There is not much i can get actually emotional about.
Of course, it could just be that all people's emotions are merely different levels of stress and that we have arrogantly exalted the whims of our psychi.
Either that or I'm a jerk.
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| If you got the cajones, I got the good stuff. |
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