My coworker and school friend went to Disney this past weekend to run the Princess Marathon. While she was there she saw this print and said she couldn't help but buy it for me. PERFECT! The thing about her is that she doesn't even read my blog, but I guess my frustration with the world has just been obvious. You know that I can't hide my feelings very well and I'm a terrible liar.
The book, the Lorax, was written in 1971, the year I was conceived. Maybe there is something about the early 70's?
“Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,
Nothing is going to get better. It's not.”
Me me me me me, I care, a lot.
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