true love really is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops
So, I was running up to ze Glenski the other day [I missed the bus and needed to get to work and my dual buses intersect at glennie station] and I thought I’d take the short cut through La Pent. All was well, up until the part where I ALMOST FELL OVER A BODY in the wet grass. My toolism; let me show it to you. It was this youngish guy and he was pretty wet and face down in the grass and I thought ohmygod he’s fucking dead so I was about to, I don’t know, kind of nudge him with my shoes but my mind went no liz; respect for the possibly dead so I kind of crouched [dead body, dead body] and said something along the lines of ‘dude; are you dead?’ AND NOTHING HAPPENED! and I was like ohgod, he is actually dead what the fuck do I do so I paced, and then I was like - okay I’ll just prod him a bit; maybe he’s asleep or something. So I prodded, and he kind of moved, but I didn’t know if it was just the motion of the prodding or him actually being, yknow, not dead ... and stuff. Then the corpse goes, ‘wtf’ and rolls a little. And I shrieked and, long story short - I think he was that little punk, aiden [?] (only briefly glimpsed face before he rolled back into the grass and I left) but whoever he was - he’s lucky I didn’t fucking kill him for making me think he was dead.
Anyway, I don’t really remember what I had to say on the subject, maybe something deep; but probably not, either way - let this be a lesson to you, don’t go to sleep out in a park in the middle of winter; you might die, or [worse] you might be woken from the near dead by me kicking you in the ribs with my workboots.
Sweet sweet workboots; some kind of leather and stompy, oh so stompy. [not to be confused with stumpy]
Karaoke tomorrow night - huzzah!
I met a boy last weekend - his name was Tristan and ohmygosh
so ridiculously delicious … so very pretty.
And let me fall asleep on him, with only mild groping meanwhile.
Oh infatuations; I’ve missed you.
Yo Rapunzel, forget the ladder - there’s a quicker way down. ♥
Anyway, I don’t really remember what I had to say on the subject, maybe something deep; but probably not, either way - let this be a lesson to you, don’t go to sleep out in a park in the middle of winter; you might die, or [worse] you might be woken from the near dead by me kicking you in the ribs with my workboots.
Sweet sweet workboots; some kind of leather and stompy, oh so stompy. [not to be confused with stumpy]
Karaoke tomorrow night - huzzah!
I met a boy last weekend - his name was Tristan and ohmygosh
so ridiculously delicious … so very pretty.
And let me fall asleep on him, with only mild groping meanwhile.
Oh infatuations; I’ve missed you.
Yo Rapunzel, forget the ladder - there’s a quicker way down. ♥