Saturday’s are meant to be something people always look out for. Hell, it used to be something I look up for. Its one of the best days ever. Going out with buddies, finding new friends, laugh our ass off especially after the time strucks 12, talking crazy, just because we’re killing time, and sleepy.
Back in the old days, I had my wild experience as well. The parties and booze, and the fun stuff, but these days, I’ve been a sag potato couch. No kidding. I’m still trying to figure out what actually happened. Then i ask myself this , “Have I really lost it? ” , or ” Why am I feeling or acting this way?”.
I’m in need of Austin Power’s Mojo without the wooly chest hair. I’ve not been active, and I’ve lost the ability to talk to a girl straight up and I’m not gonna lie. Thinking back. maybe when you realize that you have the need to do so, you have it in your hands, but when you don’t need it but want it for the pleasure of it, then it says ‘Stop’ , that’s enough.
Is it so ?
I don’t know , do you experience this kind of thing ?
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