Rainy Days and Installs
It seems to me that the best way to get rid of all of the riddance is to make sure that the sale is not too complicated. Just stick out your tongue, aspire to make some jelly out of jam and be done with it. You can’t pretend that all of the things that you put down in order to pick up other things were that great to begin with. I’m not saying that we should have more or fewer arms, but there is an argument to be made for more pockets, which is why I’m trying to put together a way of folding over my clothes so that it appears more inclusive to the masses. What to talk about today? I’m not really sure that talking is the right word. After all, there is nothing going on in terms of conversation and the only thing that is being decided is which way you are going to read this thing. I suppose you could go backwards and see if it makes more sense, but that would probably be too time consuming and not result in very much satisfaction. It’s about that, isn’t it, the satisfaction of it all. I can can’t pretend that I’m not amused by the lot of cars that are happy with their four wheeled arrangement, which brings me to another thing… Pizza. Someone was supposed to buy me pizza today, and that never happened. I agreed to set aside my lunch solstice and not only did I not get to luxury of choosing when to eat, I didn’t get anything to eat. I finally settled on going out on an errand and using that excuse as the reason to purchase food, but I was constantly looking at my phone and feeling guilty that a text would pop up asking me if basil and spiccatio would be an appropriate garnish on my pie. Of course it woulnd’t be, but I would say okay, and that’s the way it would go, a made up pizza topping, one less piece than I would want and the desire to be left alone rather than chat with people more interesting, affluent and happier than I am. I mean that’s what lunch is for, yes? The opportunity to be smarter than the food you’re eating. I mean why else eat lunch if you can’t lorde all over it with witticisms and saliva, proving that you don’t really need to be here, but you choose to be here instead of away… eating breakfast for example. But now that you know about my pizza purgatory, I feel that I can entrust you with other secrets. Not now of course, I need some time to organize them, but soon, very very soon. I’m going to try and end this page with a bunch of meaningless phrases that may or may not have punctuation at the end of them. I’m going to look around the room and just go with it. Paper painted Yodas should try and get out more. Ed Dempsey Tattoo was scary in a good way. Patrick’s Parking Only assumes that you would want follow in my treadsteps. Pippin behind plastic is more expensive behind glass. A Severe Thunderstorm Warning is only good in the state you are in, even if that other state is really really really without punctuation. Buses should be driven, not worn. Divorcee’s need to spend more time watching paint dry in order to appreciate their time apart.