Shame on you. When you do go, though, ask for either a cookie dough blizzard or a chocalate extreme blizzard. Theyre addicting. I dont really care for Dairy Queens' foid but their desert is awesome.
Yeah, a literary mission, like I want to write a lot, and the east sounds like a good place to observe people, as they move faster over there.
In the west, people are so sluggish!
I have always liked the idea of weird livin situations, like living with a family who are renting out their garage, or living in a house with 7 room mates, or in that old guys attic, y'know?
I've seen enough lives fall apart, or never have a chance due to drugs, I don't need to experiment with that in my face every time I look out my window, y'know?
Waldport is like a mix between quaint bayfront tourist town, and industrial overgrown by nature, not anything close to being a city.
We're big on meth and pot here... I don't get why people would do drugs, it just seems moronic.
That pissed me off. One tear left my eye. One of my friends has a Slipknot shirt and then it says "Paul Gray R.I.P. April 8, 1972 - May 24, 2010" on the back. I almost stole that shirt from her.
I don't know about the statistics, just that everyone always looks really unhappy, and there are homeless people at the entrance of every grocery store.
Bluetooth usually brings up 1 of 2 scenarios; 1, you can't tell if they are talking to you. 2, You can't tell if they are actually talking to themselves.
Now the interesting thing about the latter is that more often than not, where I live they don't in fact have a bluetooth, and [b]are[/b] in fact talking to themselves. Which is unnerving.
The best that I can achieve in those 'moments' is to write the basic structure of the idea (in a way that nowhere near does it justice) in a notebook, and hope that later on when maybe I am capable, I can find it, and breathe some life into it.
Telakenesis would be pretty fantastic, also telepathy! It would blow bluetooth out of the water!