abadaxis
I don't play chess. Too many rules. My sister and I made up a game once that was sort of like Jumanji where we were sucked into this medieval game as pawns and had to find a rook or a bishop -- well, I guess you had to be there. It wasn't that much fun. We played it once.
We who are about to write crap salute you! I can't type when I'm drinking, but today I'm doing quiet well. Oh well. Salutations, amici. Abadaxis has left the building.
We used to go to the beach all the time when I was in high school - Long Island Sound was not the best place to swim, but we were only there to get a tan. We used baby oil, no SPFs back then, and just baked in the sun. What a beach!
leap year, leap of faith, leap in time. This leap has come to an end.
leap year, leap of faith, leap in time. This leap has come to an end.
sweater and socks must match. Purse and shoes must match. panties and bra must match. But I must never look like anyone else. Are we wearing the same dress?
This is not a game. White ash fell from the sky; we went into the basement. We knew that there would be no food, no water, no way to stay alive. No way to hide...
gah! I am driven to write to write and especially competitive with other one worders who are driven to write as well. I feel less driven right now after a couple glasses of wine, but the drive is still there, pulsing in the background.
I could spend my entire life washing things. Clothing, floors, myself. I think Americans are too hung up on washing. If we all gave up washing, would anyone notice?
All I've done all evening is smile. People smile in ways that make me think they are insincere. I feel insincere, smiling so falsely at all these people when all I want to do is go home and be alone. Smile some more. Forget who I am.
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