So I’m gonnna type with my eyes closed:
Today I went to the store and bought a box off milk so I could drink it , because I like milk, milk is good for you and it has bitamin D, which makes your bones stronher.
Agyer O boought the milk I went to the 5-eleven and got a s;ir[ee sp O cpi;d droml tja aswe;;. wjocj jas ;ess jea;tjuiness. and ,ore sihar.
Eyes Openend:
I think my fingers were in the wrong position that last time.
Type type type.
Type.
Tyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyype.
Typity Type Type.
I want to type.
…You’re chewing on a babies face, and you get a hair stuck in your teeth?
…The dust from your human skull collection makes you sneeze?
…The fire alarm goes off EVERY time you turn your incinerator on?
…Animals flee at your presence in terror?
…The yoga ball made of human skin you gave to your grandma was thrown away?
…You have an orgasm mid-sentasnasfdkb
…The grocery store manager insists you stop lactating near the fruit and produce section?
…The holy water burns your hands at church?
…Your teeth keep telling you to hide under a blanket in the freeway?
…You’re eating a popsical, and the last part is in between the stick, you try to bite the side of it or slide it near the tip and it falls down? FUCK POPSICALS!
It was a lot of work, but it looks less 12 year old. More 14 year old now, too bad I’m turning 16 soon. More roomy.
Beds take up a lot of space, It takes up so much less if you push it into a corner, rather than it needing an opening on three sides for walking space. The weird thing is that my walking space is sorta diaganol, from one corner of the room to the other, and the pathways edges are at 90° angled corners. Turned out pretty weird. Still more practical than before though.
Ignoring your blog has disastrous consequences… I also haven’t been using tags for any of my posts, heh.
I’m at just as many views as when I began now, around none.
I wanna go on an adventure!
I’m thinking of choosing a random place, and just walking in one direction, to see how far I can get. Walking as far as I can go, before I stop and rest. Than turn around and go home…
I have this mind, right?
Like, I wanna DO stuff with it, but nothing is coming TO my mind.
Maybe that means I shouldn’t wait for things to come to ME.
I should go get things!
If only I had an idea where to start…
