If we must talk about numbers, for what seems like the hundredth time, i have just broken into my house feeling entirely content with life as it is. I must clamber up the surprisingly and frighteningly light bike rack in front of my window and show off my flexibility by stretching my leg outward over the precariously hung window box. Also on the bike rack, lays a pair of gloves belong to Dr. Mark Fuchs, which were taken to hold freshly caught fish from Seneca Lake. Said fish i held closely behind my left leg as i walked down Main St., hoping that nobody would think that the man in pink pants rubbing fish mucus all over his ass in a vain attempt at concealment that renders his pants, his favorite pants, in dire need of a wash, would go unnoticed. I did.
Important thing Numbah 1:
I can't remember quite honestly, that was quite a tangent
Important thing Numbah 2:
Though this is very much for their pleasure, I stopped by some coworkers place as a last moment in my day. I spent my entire day unable to engage anybody, let alone myself. Even in my novel, when two lovers reunited, I did not shed a tear or even squint my eyes and smile. Though now, suddenly that is what i am doing. perhaps the novel in my head has some interesting plot unfolding. I went over to their house, dubbed the cooking house ( I live in the german house, Dan, Tyler and Halli: the writing house), and just before seeing my lab-cohabitator, Gussie, i got the feeling for the first time today that something unexpected (like me enjoying myself) might occur. I walked in and saw two women brooding over what looked like a Cosmo magazine. I sat down on the floor and looked up at the three people in the room. Gussie to the left, kevin, who was battling a very hot piece of cobbler in the middle, and Nathan to the right.
I left surprisingly resolute that tomorrow can only be better, and patience and stuff is a virtue
While three important things was really only one thing. And that one thing was really no-thing but an anecdote, I do insist on the importance of trusting others to bring you joy.
Oh... I remembered the 1st of the three things: don't eat out of boredom...REALLY
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