Waiting for this fucking page to load I contemplated the secrets of the universe, specifically, the Cliff’s Notes version and thought, “It’s a shame that the internet is so sloth-like else I would have translated my answers and spell-checked them by now. Alas, the time for that has passed.
Instead I give you TA DAAAA, me, in the middle of the afternoon.
Can I just say that I am flying.
Everything, right up here, (brain point), delicious stew.
There’s that lesbian. Across the street. See, this desk is between two windows. And the neighbor girl is always by herself. She set the sprinkler out. Just now. Always wears these short black shorts.
I saw her up on the roof cleaning out her own gutters, muscular thighs glistening in the sun and I went, “Yup. lesbian.”
Ain’t no hetero bitch alive who won’t turn to the human with the dumb stick and go, “Get your ass up there today and clean the gutters”.
I see you. I like you. I wonder what your name is.
I just texted Brad.
LETS GO TO THE TIGERS GAME.
TODAY, RIGHT NOW. COME ON SPONTANEITY Its what keeps people together after years and years no PRESSURE OR ANYTHING
Walking through my house drunk I said, “I am on my way to my laptop.”
All this shit I pass, to get there, is just shit. It’s all about the laptop for me. Lap Lappy Lapperton
My laptop is male. sometimes i just slam my face down onto it and kiss it.
thinking about what to say next. i said,
I gotta put something up above that awful fucking entry where i talked to beetlejuice.
I could talk forever but it would be to no one in particular so if you would like to talk with me please leave your name and a brief message, and I will give you the time of day.
If your eyes fall upon these words, it is because you are looking for something and no matter what you’ve been told, I think you are beautiful. just remember that, reader, whoever, wherever, etc.
we will figure it out. Let me know if you need me. I am here.
I might have to change my vote to Miller Lite. I dunno, does that mean I am pathetic for liking the light yellow beers? Darker ales taste kind of skunky to me.
let’s play ball.
*edit: I would not actually attend a Tiger’s game until fall of 2014…with another attendee.