Monday, April 6

Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park
And then later, when it gets dark, we'll go home
Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later a movie too, and then home

[Chorus:]
Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on
You just keep me hanging on

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun

Just a perfect day
You make me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good

[Chorus]

You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow
You're going to reap just what you sow

Sunday, April 5

Went clubbing. It is aggressively pointless, but I guess that could be the idea. In our world, where everything is manufactured for fast, effective results; where we get straight to the point and discard the packaging; where we make pacts with the demons of efficiency to trade our souls for Extra Credit - it may be that pointlessness is the rallying cry of my generation.

adam

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