Music

Wednesday, 11 May 2005

Destiny.

You tell yourself you won't change into your dad, then one day you find yourself gardening like there's no tomorrow. While wearing brown cords. I am also happy that I now have a shed. Urk.

Admittedly, my brown cords are a gazillion times more stylish than my dad's. But still.
 

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