This morning wasn't much of anything. I went to my unnamed religion gathering and then came home. I came home and did some homework. And I didn't like it. Then I shopped online for things thousands of dollars out of my price range. What can I say? I like nice things...
Anyhew. I slept a bit, listened to an awesome online radio station, ate some delicious sandwiches. Then I cruised all my email addresses, which is getting really annoying but it makes me feel like I have WAY more responsibility than I actually do. That's OK though. I figure if I check them enough than someday someone important will email me and they will thank the heavens that I was checking email addresses, a kidnapped person, you could say, or perhaps an author in need of a writer's block consultant, or say... I don' t know. Julia Roberts? You never know.
I am seriously missing the Villa. I am definitely going to have to go back this week.
My book is coming along pretty good too. So far I went from deaf boy gets in car crash and can hear lies, to time travelers coming back from the future to save him from imminent death, to post human species missionaries coming back to find love, to corrupted time travelers coming back from the future to kill... people. Sounds unimaginably interesting, no?
After that I watched a very funny Australian guy on the tube and basically procrastinated work until about now.
No never mind. Not NOW!
I decided that when I am simply showering in the do I will have to buy myself everything on my showering in the do list. So far it amounts to a white mustang, which I will drive in the morning, a silver Porsche, which I will drive out on lunch to the Villa, a black Corvette, which I will drive on midnight trips to the supermarket dressed as batman, and a white bullet bike that I will use to get from place to place when my other vehicles are in the shop\being used by fellow superheros\when I run out of shaving cream. ( Yes I will need a lot of that by the time I can afford my do fetish lifestyle.) And last a bazillion dollar suit from... Gucci. Why not? I am SHOWERING in it, ?verdad?
That is about all of the narrative of today's boring day I can whip from my soul. Until tomorrow.
The end.
In which my teenage self unloads his thoughts, wishes, discoveries, and talks a lot about horses and raw food.
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