lately on the bus to work i've been day dreaming about being an illegal immigrant who works in a factory producing loaves of bread. at the end of work i sneak into the room where they keep all the bread and sleep amongst the loaves.
my little brother is 8 years old. i made him a drink last night. i made it by placing half centimeter thick slices of lemon in a high ball glass with two ice cubes in between each slice. i poured lemonade into the glass. i gave the glass to my little brother. i think he liked it because he said, 'i guess i like my lemonade even lemonier,' then said, 'all i need to make this a cocktail is an umbrella.' i like him he is cool.
it was really misty last night. like the mist in 'the mist' misty. i think it's because i live by the sea. if i leave my window open at night i can hear the waves i think. the sound could also be the trees in the wind. it could also be traffic in the distance. it is probably all three
there is a fox that lives at the end of my garden. the end of the garden is just bushes against a wooden fence. i think the fox sleeps mostly in the bushes. one time during the summer i saw the fox sleeping on a sunny spot in the middle of the garden. this morning i went to take in my laundry and i think i startled the fox because it parkour'd over the fence into the neighbour's garden.
if i were the publicist for a famous coke-addicted movie star, every time they 'fucked up' i'd organise a press conference. the room would have a little podium with a mic at the top.
i would tell the movie star to walk into the room and take the mic off the podium.
the movie star would look every journalist in the eye, say 'let he who is without sin cast the first stone,' then drop the mic and walk out.
'numb' by linkin park would play loud over the PA until they all left.
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