My little brother got into outer space and stuff so my step-mom bought him a place mat with all the planets on it. When I first saw it, I was upset, because it was newer and so Pluto wasn’t labeled. I was about to say something when I noticed something…
Pluto is there.
The artist remembered Pluto.
The artist drew Pluto crying.
but in my head I think, at least once a day, “I hate hats.”
“One day I went to the beach there of stuff to do but sunddely somebody come out of the ground and it was somebody named Ryukendo and then I ask him if he wanted to surf and he said yes and it was a lot of fun. Then there was a human out of the ground he gave us sushi but he had babies comeing out of him everywere and in the wave a shark bitted the person’s babies then the person got eaten by the shark it was awesome.”
I love reading their stories. Somebody please paint this scene.
I realized that the night market is not only back on, but there are now two. One is much closer (and if it sucks there is now a free shuttle to the other one). I’MMA GO RIGHT NOW.
Last year I totally rejected my selection of clothing from the ladies side of the Gap, but with the addition of the Sheraldeen shirt and with the weekday rejection of small personality traits I am feeling much more inclined to wear these bits.
Family shopping at IT outlet, Toys’R’Us having a huge sale (and it was an American one, so it had rows and rows of shit I like, like X-Men and Sonic- but no Pokemon…).
Goal: Get to the weekend and wear flowers.