The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side

Somebody else's rain boots are going to be shinier, my new jeans will get holes.

Yet sometimes I take comfort in the old things (I really am a traditionalist). Sweatshirts, like wine get better with age. So I sit in my old jeans thinking about how maybe the grass isn't always greener on the other side.

Lyric of the day:

"Flames to dust, lovers to friends"

Nelly Furtado

Loose

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