I also like "calico." In 3rd grade, I loved the word "skillet" and would often substitute more boring words in books with this hilarious swap.
In kindergarten, I made up a name for myself. An "army" name. It had to be awesome, threatening, fun to write and totally made up. And that name? "Random." I made up the word "random" before I knew that someone else had done the same millions of years earlier. Isn't that...shit, what's the word?
Would you move to China for very little money and shaky job security? I don't think I would either.
My pens arrived in the mail on Monday, so you can call your therapist and tell her that you're okay now. Go ahead. It's important. Dr. Natvig is waiting. Go.
Come to our open mic night June 22nd or die alone. I almost wrote "dye alone" which actually sounds like a fun alternative to an open mic night.
If I take the day off, d'you wanna come over?
YES
NO
MAYBE
(circle one)
-LS^2
"Well here’s the story. I imagined Bert as a Marine who left his little brother behind for the Vietnam war. Over the years, Ernie started to turn into a junkie without his brother’s guidance, falling into the wrong crowd and dealing/using with the wrong people–thus making some very bad mistakes. Until Bert returned, leaving one war, only to fight another for his brother. Oh man, Ernie. What a psycho."
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