Woke up feeling like I needed to get out. That is why, after all, I agreed to go to the moives last night. To get out of this sufficating house. Away from them.
I didn't get out.
Then I pondered how it was possible for last week to be so utterly amazing, while this weekend proves to be cold and snowing. I figured it was just Kokomo getting what it deserved after we had it nice.
I was feeling odly creative, meaning I should of writen something, but that never ends well, so I just covered it up with popcorn and movies. By myself, in my room, wearing a trucker hat. I feel as though I have conformed. I'm not even wearing socks.
But notice the mood? Yeah, its hopeful. Sure, my friends kinda baild on me, but I have at least 5 more hours to find something productive. Heck, I don't even care if its productive, just fufilling.
Dude on TV 1: This has something to do with the sticky kangeroo.
Dude on TV 2: I know nothing about any Kangeroo, much less one thats sticky
1 comment:
It's pretty sad that your "Thing of The Day" came from T.V
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