The Roof; Thursday Evening [ 03/08 ].
Britta had been saving the last little bit of weed she'd scored in Brazil and sneaked back up with her (don't ask how; seriously, don't ask), but tonight, she was feeling like she'd go ahead and hop on up to the roof and enjoy it finally. She figured she could probably refill her stash over the weekend, and if not...well, there was always cigarettes.
She didn't seem to mind that it looked like it might rain. It felt nice enough out that it probably wouldn't even be a bad rain if it did, and she had some mega heavy questions to ponder, like what her meaning in life was, what kind of cause she should support next, why exactly she kept forgetting to go to work or hold anarchist meetings, and whether or not she should get a cat.
She figured she should definitely get a cat. The rest was all still up in the air.
[[ speaking of cats, look at what one just dragged out of the trenches of inactivity! Open roof is open! ]]
She didn't seem to mind that it looked like it might rain. It felt nice enough out that it probably wouldn't even be a bad rain if it did, and she had some mega heavy questions to ponder, like what her meaning in life was, what kind of cause she should support next, why exactly she kept forgetting to go to work or hold anarchist meetings, and whether or not she should get a cat.
She figured she should definitely get a cat. The rest was all still up in the air.
[[ speaking of cats, look at what one just dragged out of the trenches of inactivity! Open roof is open! ]]