iamsofchik
i am a distinguished person. but not really. not yet anyway. what have i done to achieve any sort of status in my life? nothing but party, drink and sleep it all away. sometimes i think i'll get somewhere in life. i'm still getting my shit together, but i feel like i'm on the path. on the path to being somewhere. on the path to being "distinguished" as someone would say. using that word makes me feel like a pompous douche.
this green umbrella covered me entirely. in fact, i had about a foot of moving space surrounding me under the umbrella. it was so huge, i felt protected, nested and completely dry under it. i could go under the worst storm, and still expect this green umbrella to protect me.
he couldn't handle what i was saying out loud so i hit him with a heavy, dark red brick. i had it in my hand and i hurled it at him in sheer anger, disdain and disgust. he deserved it and i hope he felt the very center of that heavy object hit his brain and i hope that it hurt.
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