run on sentences makes great soup
Having not left the confines of the house for over three days now, it's refreshing to step outside into the midnight air, feeling that comforting breeze blow by you. By reflex, you raise your arms to the sky, as if trying to take it all in, wanting to feel that way forever. After a moment or two, the realization sets in that you are in fact wearing very thin layers of clothing and the winter chill can be a harsh bastard. I impatiently stand there, a glass bottle containing a good mouthful left of delicious SoBe® in my hand, shivering as I waited for someone to unlock the car door so we could go rent movies that I will probably never get around to watching. So, instead of wasting money, I bought a ridiculously over-priced box of Goobers®, for I am woman and I was craving chocolate just like any other... normal... woman would... I've been wearing the same hat for days, and I haven't really cared much for hygiene. (That right there just makes you want to hug me, doesn't it?) And for the past three days, I haven't had any physical-social interaction, except that of my family, but I've learned to ignored them enough to a point where they don't count for squat. And I really don't feel like doing much of anything tonight. I don't want to fall asleep alone. Too many nightmares, and I hate waking up with no one there beside me.
It's always fun to discuss the meaning of life to random strangers you meet here and there.
It's always fun to discuss the meaning of life to random strangers you meet here and there.