Noodles on a Bike

I don't feel like I've grasped every opportunity in life.
Like, somehow I've missed something that would have been really neat to do.
Or, perhaps I've sacrificed certain things to be comfortable, safe and secure.
The sort of feelings I get when I sleep with Mr. Bunny.

I don't know.




In other news:
I hate term papers with a steaming passion.
I'm definitely considering not finishing it tonight and doing it at work tomorrow morning.
Yeah. A term paper in two hours.
Like those always turn out awesome.