I can't hear it

the joys of being single... oh yeah, let me see...

- it's saturday, 3 am and you decide to hop in the car, drive down to Lago Di Garda to have breakfast there
- it's sunday, 3 am and you decide to pick up that bloke/girl that's been staring at you over his/her beerbottle for the past 10 mins
- you can bum around your house for days without washing your dirty self
- snore, fart, pick your nose and scratch your bum all you want
- ever cent you earn goes into toys
- chatting up and hitting on and picking up every person you see
- doing what ya want when ya want it
- royalty over remote control

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I know I never do much about those things... no car here which means no Lago Di Garda... one-nighters bore me shitless... I like myself smelling nice and squeaky clean... I pick my nose whenever the urge arises anyways... and I always did what I wanted when I wanted it
*shrugs*

the grass is always greener, I know...

probably wouldn't make any difference for my social life if I signed up for the next NASA mission to spend the next 3 million years in a space ship heading off for 4u7q4 rdfj09 or whereever their missions go now.