Wednesday, April 3, 2013

The short & sweet: Part 3.

I had a dream about Bruce Willis a week or so ago, and in this particular dream he was trying to kill me
[Insert Die Hard joke here]
After contemplating this dream in my mind this past week, I have decided that it comes down to two possible answers as to what the hell it meant:

1: The time has come in which Bruce Willis is officially to old for me to fantasise about.
OR 2: I really need to see the new Die Hard film.

I have decided to opt for the later, because lets face it - Bruce Willis is and always will be the man.

mmm.... Bruce
 you're welcome.

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

The short & sweet: Part 2.

My ode to coffee.

I'd happily spend the last of my change on you
Heaven forbid that's what it comes down to
Not only are you delicious
But I read that you're nutritious
Full of antioxidants and you can help with cardiovascular
Not to mention you lower risks of various cancer
People say you're an addiction...
...well at least you're not heroin
I'll stick with you forever
And I'll never trade you for tea ever
Because nothing compares to your aroma and taste
Forever, once a day, my body you will grace.


&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

The short & sweet: Part 1.

Time truly does fly by as we grow older, and as the weeks, months, years tick over we promise ourselves that this year will be our year and no longer shall we let time slip away! And it's true - to some extent - that we set certain goals for the year, and it feels glorious to achieve them, but mostly time just continues to tick by, and there is always something that you were going to do last year that you didn't manage to get around to.

My point is, you may be twenty-something today but one day will be the tomorrow that you wake up and you're seventy years old, so just ask yourself, what do you want to show for it?

&.the.bohemian.girl.xx.

Postscript: Utilise and treasure time. Enjoy your free time with someone or something that makes you feel alive, or simply makes you smile. Because in the end all you have left are your memories.