I am kind of a social butterfly. I enjoy romance and candlelight anythings. When alone, I like to build cabins out of blankets, pillows, couch cushions, and anything else deemed appropriate for the particular desired architecture. I often dream of running and hiding from the police or organized criminals out to get me. I rather enjoy these dreams, so I'm not sure what all that means. . . if anything. I hated to be the seeker when at play, and always felt secure in my speed and ability to get away if found. Sometimes I'd hide in obvious spots, positioned with the best escape routes. Options of returning to base were always preferred. But I digress.
You can DO IT today! Today is YOURS, I GIVE it to you! Now GO and DO as you please! Be like a CHILD today, and RUN with the ball, PLAY, have FUN! ENGAGE yourself, INDULGE yourself in life's SPLENDOR!!!
This morning I road my bike from my house to Oakland, on 5th Ave. Cars also go on 5th Ave. While cars can be faster than bicycles, as many of you may know, they're also less apt at running red lights and taking shortcuts, so I could keep on pretty even ground.
Until I got to that stretch of 5th that is one way and like 5 lanes. I had to ride so fast and hard, I was probably doing almost 20 mph, and at the time it wasn't even hard - I was darting in and out of cars, signaling and thinking about how much SUPERIORer I was than them.
Then, when I got to my destination, I nearly fell over with deathDEATH!
So my question is, where did I go wrong? Is it in the fact that I even had a DESTINATION?
Many dangerous things lurk in the bushy, over-privileged shadows of Trinity College. This morning, I was walking along the Long Walk, listening to some hot jams, all revved up for Hump day, when a beautiful girl strolled by on her blinged-out cell phone and sporting a Lilly Pulitzer sports bra. She was gorgeous. I don't know what happened then. She gave off a very peculiar scent...I'd known it from before when it intoxicated me my Freshman year. It was Clinique Happy, and I am very VERY allergic to it. I inhaled a little bit, savoring the sugary disease not unlike the large woman you see at Red Lobster who's allergic to shellfish but doesn't give a damn because her father and his father were allergic ,too. And lived until they were 45 and ate shellfish everyday. I'm breaking out in hives in the quarantine room of the health center, but still crave Clinique Happy. What's my issue?
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This morning I road my bike from my house to Oakland, on 5th Ave. Cars also go on 5th Ave. While cars can be faster than bicycles, as many of you may know, they're also less apt at running red lights and taking shortcuts, so I could keep on pretty even ground.
Until I got to that stretch of 5th that is one way and like 5 lanes. I had to ride so fast and hard, I was probably doing almost 20 mph, and at the time it wasn't even hard - I was darting in and out of cars, signaling and thinking about how much SUPERIORer I was than them.
Then, when I got to my destination, I nearly fell over with deathDEATH!
So my question is, where did I go wrong? Is it in the fact that I even had a DESTINATION?
Wrong???
NOWHERE!!!
You have made REMARKABLE progress this morning! Touches with death are the greatest EXPERIENCES that EXIST!!!!!!!!!!!!
I MARVEL at your morning ride, HOW MOTIVATING!!!
-L.C.
Many dangerous things lurk in the bushy, over-privileged shadows of Trinity College. This morning, I was walking along the Long Walk, listening to some hot jams, all revved up for Hump day, when a beautiful girl strolled by on her blinged-out cell phone and sporting a Lilly Pulitzer sports bra. She was gorgeous. I don't know what happened then. She gave off a very peculiar scent...I'd known it from before when it intoxicated me my Freshman year. It was Clinique Happy, and I am very VERY allergic to it. I inhaled a little bit, savoring the sugary disease not unlike the large woman you see at Red Lobster who's allergic to shellfish but doesn't give a damn because her father and his father were allergic ,too. And lived until they were 45 and ate shellfish everyday.
I'm breaking out in hives in the quarantine room of the health center, but still crave Clinique Happy. What's my issue?
Najeda, first let me apologize for not responding earlier, hopefully you are still ALIVE, haha! ...Seriously.
INDULGE in your weakness, a little bit each day, until you have created an IMMUNITY to it! Ha, LIFE is so EASY to figure out!
-L.C.
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