"I heart my car" she says as she pumps its hole full of love fluid, but their half-hearted smiles betray the truth. They’re just going through the motions, each silently wondering which will be the first to admit that the spark is gone.
if you’re angry at someone for something ask yourself if a kangaroo was right in front of you would you rather get mad at the person or look at the kangaroo. if it’s the kangaroo then what you’re mad about isn’t important at all. wow i love kangaroos