So, earlier today:
i woke up in this dude's bed, dressed, made the bed, ran out the door. Caught the bus, thank the Blessed and Holy Lord Jesus. Took a very long bath. What makes fingers wrinkle in the tub? A dollar for that one.
I made my way over to Colin and Geoff's house. I'm from a small town, and the whole public transit thing is still a major source of wonder and bewilderment for me. I smoked a fag as i helped some kids figure out their route to the mall. I love smoking around kids; it's so villainous. Colin was making a 'salad'. Not right away, oh no. First there was a bit of panicked knocking about, looking for friends and neighbours and people with phones, and suddenly Colin was making a 'salad'.
Where was i.
Colin was making a 'salad'.
Right. So i stopped off for a bit, said some words at Colin, he gave some back, and we decided to do nothing at all.
OH! BREAKING NEWS!
Then i met this guy on the way back, he's from Columbia, Spain, Miami, some other places. France. He got here from Miami by Greyhound, says they have this pass you can get for $300 or so that lets you ride for 15 days, any bus you like. Sounded pretty cool, and suddenly i am, for the 34th time in the last 2 weeks, experiencing a bit of a quarter-life crisis as i reevaluate my career, my location, my lifestyle (which i seem to be having tremendous difficulty with), so forth. Etc.
And then i came back home, dinner, phone calls, walked with the ol' Roommate. I shall call him The Gipper. I mean, i already do.
.-=^`^=-. RAnDom SmilEy facEs .-=^`^=-.
i woke up in this dude's bed, dressed, made the bed, ran out the door. Caught the bus, thank the Blessed and Holy Lord Jesus. Took a very long bath. What makes fingers wrinkle in the tub? A dollar for that one.
I made my way over to Colin and Geoff's house. I'm from a small town, and the whole public transit thing is still a major source of wonder and bewilderment for me. I smoked a fag as i helped some kids figure out their route to the mall. I love smoking around kids; it's so villainous. Colin was making a 'salad'. Not right away, oh no. First there was a bit of panicked knocking about, looking for friends and neighbours and people with phones, and suddenly Colin was making a 'salad'.
Where was i.
Colin was making a 'salad'.
Right. So i stopped off for a bit, said some words at Colin, he gave some back, and we decided to do nothing at all.
OH! BREAKING NEWS!
Then i met this guy on the way back, he's from Columbia, Spain, Miami, some other places. France. He got here from Miami by Greyhound, says they have this pass you can get for $300 or so that lets you ride for 15 days, any bus you like. Sounded pretty cool, and suddenly i am, for the 34th time in the last 2 weeks, experiencing a bit of a quarter-life crisis as i reevaluate my career, my location, my lifestyle (which i seem to be having tremendous difficulty with), so forth. Etc.
And then i came back home, dinner, phone calls, walked with the ol' Roommate. I shall call him The Gipper. I mean, i already do.
.-=^`^=-. RAnDom SmilEy facEs .-=^`^=-.
coliwali:
For the record, the salad wasnt anything sinister enough to require `quotes. Unless you think lettuce is sinister, which, you might.
coliwali:
What are you doing for Halloween?