O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

I immediately regret saying it, but words don't come with gift receipts and you can't take them back.

I want a life that sizzles and pops and makes me laugh out loud. And I don't want to get to the end, or to tomorrow, even, and realize that my life is a collection of meetings and pop cans and errands and receipts and dirty dishes. I want to eat cold tangerines and sing out loud in the car with the windows open and wear pink shoes and stay up all night laughing and paint my walls the exact color of the sky right now. I want to sleep hard on clean white sheets and throw parties and eat ripe tomatoes and read books so good they make me jump up and down, and I want my everyday to make God belly laugh, glad that he gave life to someone who loves the gift.

I met a lot of young girls modelling and they were like 'Oh I'm running around town and people are taking my picture' while I was saving receipts and learning how to be self-employed.