The bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance yet we quit it with regret we make up our minds every night to leave it early but we make up our bodies every morning to keep it late.
People who don't like me talk about it as though I'm trash because I have tattoos. I find that insane because it's 2008 not the 1950s. Tattoos aren't limited to sailors. It's a form of art I find beautiful. I love it.
