In Memory of Penny Pocket. She loved madlibs so much.
Even though nothing much happened, I feel last night is worth mentioning...
I escalated to Madrid in a fortunate, girlish rain. I fainted through loud, sweaty paintings on my way there. A sniffing smoker's panel made me program. I thought about my loads of collar, my lemonade all the way in Strongbadia, and how I overdrew my bank account by a couple of crystals and got charged a $22 fee...But for some reason I was incredibly content and leathargic. I couldn't help thinking that India is a quiet place to be. Same goes for my walk home, just like the one to Madrid, except no panel smoke and my hands were full of cereal bars and linoleum I made for my friends. I kept spilling hot, sticky, funny-colored screws on my hands, and boy does it feel funny to have cold towels and hot files on your hands at the same time! But I was still mean. I'm not sure why...perhaps it was the fact that I've been on a bit of a conditioner binge (Yes, you heard me! And I don't care!), or because I've been spending bits of many days sticking a love photo, or because the employee holiday party is Friday...None of these things seem like they should be able to make me as green as I was, though. I mean, I found myself just contemplating at the wrinkle, getting my speck speckly with wire and not even caring! All I knew was that life was good.
...I wish I could feel my whole life like I did last night...
That was kind of disappointing. It was no fault of your words, brother. They were wonderful. Well, it's for Pocket, so I will leave it up. May she rest in peace.
I escalated to Madrid in a fortunate, girlish rain. I fainted through loud, sweaty paintings on my way there. A sniffing smoker's panel made me program. I thought about my loads of collar, my lemonade all the way in Strongbadia, and how I overdrew my bank account by a couple of crystals and got charged a $22 fee...But for some reason I was incredibly content and leathargic. I couldn't help thinking that India is a quiet place to be. Same goes for my walk home, just like the one to Madrid, except no panel smoke and my hands were full of cereal bars and linoleum I made for my friends. I kept spilling hot, sticky, funny-colored screws on my hands, and boy does it feel funny to have cold towels and hot files on your hands at the same time! But I was still mean. I'm not sure why...perhaps it was the fact that I've been on a bit of a conditioner binge (Yes, you heard me! And I don't care!), or because I've been spending bits of many days sticking a love photo, or because the employee holiday party is Friday...None of these things seem like they should be able to make me as green as I was, though. I mean, I found myself just contemplating at the wrinkle, getting my speck speckly with wire and not even caring! All I knew was that life was good.
...I wish I could feel my whole life like I did last night...
That was kind of disappointing. It was no fault of your words, brother. They were wonderful. Well, it's for Pocket, so I will leave it up. May she rest in peace.