for this lesson in randomnymity I chose someone I have likely never spoken with before, much less IMed.
it went as such...
'when sitting in cyert wearing hockey skates, a full duffel bag of dirty laundry at my side- the detergent secured in what was at midnight an empty bottle of Coke with lime- accompanied also by my bookbag; no condoms; no checkbook; instead a paperback edition of Tom Clancy's Executive Orders and a collection of spiritual teachings, all nestled in nicely with a peace of shit discman with oversized headphones. i'm sweaty as hell commando style in my calvin klein jeans that are not in style, but are great for days when I don't give a fuck, and a black hoodie. i'll wash the hoodie, but the pants stay on. no use being naked in rollerblades.'