felsparks
$3.89 today, I believe. Put in some fuel injection...well, I didn't put in fuel injection, it was something for it. Simple enough for even the least car- knowing like myself to dump inside. Hopefully the gas task was empty "enough." Gotta check oil at some point. You know what? I'm happy to be able t get around.
Recently I've been surprised by a friend that we have darkroom on campus. Yeah, I know that we do have a film photography class, but I did not realize there was enough demand for a dedicated darkroom. People still use these? Why does the school even teach film when digital is used by everyone nowadays? Perhaps I am ignorant since I am not a photographer. But it's like teaching functional programming to people that have no interest in academia, I guess.
I went ahead and wrote my story in print letters rather than my usual typing. Now, I know that everyone says my handwriting is bad, but I didn't think it was such that its own author could not decipher it. I guessed on certain words, most of which I'm sure are correct, but perhaps these mutated marks will allow a better tale to evolve.
Ken made sure to check the bottom right of the trading card. That was where the makers of the game would place their "First Edition" sticker, a black circle swallowing a one and crowed with the word "edition." To anyone playing the game, it meant nothing. All editions of cards were valid, and there was no extra most or extra defense or anything for the first edition. A nice circle was all that was needed to quadruple the value. And the valuability was all that Ken could ask for.
I noticed your status today. You're "in a relationship" now, huh? I thought you actually cared about me. Did your little flirts with me mean nothing?
Playing at the junkyard, you'd find quite a bit of stuff. At the playground, the toys are always the same, abstract structures colored brightly, sometimes covered in graffiti, but no matter what almost never changing. Nothing's new. At the junkyard, everything changes everyday. New stuff comes in, the old leaves. Yeah, sure, there's no jungle gym, but there is everything an imagination could ever want.
"Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat Bar!" said one employee to another. It was the high point of their day within the office, that time where 30 minutes are given to sustain yourself physically. The brand names...just like what they worked for.
Nothing is really secure. Security just makes it tougher to accomplish something painful or unpleasing.
If it is trendy to jump off a bridge, would you do it? Just a modification of an overused phrase. Which, by the way, overusing something may make a trendy to use.
Carving pumpkins...not coming up for a while. I used to do those with my dad all the time when I was young. We always followed patterns, rather than fail at being creative. Man, what great pumpkins I have seen from other people, though. Goes to show how almost anything can be an art form...
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