my other lunchbox is a lunchbox
well, here is me today in my goodwill shirt that i got while shopping with my friend who is not the most enthusiastic goodwill shopper.
me: oooh, look at this shirt
her: but somebody WORE that shirt before
that is the point. but its okay because i love the shirt enough for the both of us.
um, this would be a watch i got from mcdonalds that i love. got it a long time ago and it doesn't work any more.
oh, mcdonalds, kick up the craftmanship.
his eyes used to light up.
it was glorious.
a close-up of the shirt pocket. was in no way intended to look awkward
well... again a kind of boring day when you get to the roots of it.
hmmm in english we talked about the short story "the lottery", and i forgot my homework. fun.
oh, and i messed up how to thread my sewing machine and this girl helped me but she is a little bit annoying and a sophomore and she scolded me. i think she was joking. maybe. i don't even know anymore.
oooooh and at the place where i work a lady ran into the building and there is this intense crack in the building's bricks and the door is like tilted with the wall and this shelf fell and smushed a lot of merchandise...
got my paycheck. always a good thing.
i wish my day had been a bit funnier or jam-packed with adventure, but no.
i will never be as cool as indiana jones.
oh, and with the jeans i was not trying to be "punk" or "hip" or even "with it". not even a little bit. i fell down a hill on my bike and gashed a hole into both my jeans and my leg. i might just have a bit of gravel still in there. this was a few months ago.
me: oooh, look at this shirt
her: but somebody WORE that shirt before
that is the point. but its okay because i love the shirt enough for the both of us.
um, this would be a watch i got from mcdonalds that i love. got it a long time ago and it doesn't work any more.
oh, mcdonalds, kick up the craftmanship.
his eyes used to light up.
it was glorious.
a close-up of the shirt pocket. was in no way intended to look awkward
well... again a kind of boring day when you get to the roots of it.
hmmm in english we talked about the short story "the lottery", and i forgot my homework. fun.
oh, and i messed up how to thread my sewing machine and this girl helped me but she is a little bit annoying and a sophomore and she scolded me. i think she was joking. maybe. i don't even know anymore.
oooooh and at the place where i work a lady ran into the building and there is this intense crack in the building's bricks and the door is like tilted with the wall and this shelf fell and smushed a lot of merchandise...
got my paycheck. always a good thing.
i wish my day had been a bit funnier or jam-packed with adventure, but no.
i will never be as cool as indiana jones.
oh, and with the jeans i was not trying to be "punk" or "hip" or even "with it". not even a little bit. i fell down a hill on my bike and gashed a hole into both my jeans and my leg. i might just have a bit of gravel still in there. this was a few months ago.