Hush
I wish I were sitting on the steps eating ice cream.
On a perfectly clear 78 degree Summer night.
And that I was nine with my whole life in front of me.
And rich.
I wish I were sitting on the steps eating ice cream.
On a perfectly clear 78 degree Summer night.
And that I was nine with my whole life in front of me.
And rich.
October 20th, 2009 at 8:24 am
Man, is that post terrible. I don’t even remember writing it, but it was so bad I had to publish it cause maybe it’s some kind of subconscious map to treasure. You’re welcome. (I want 10%)
October 20th, 2009 at 8:38 am
hahah you know what’s awesome? Seeing a comment and going “ooh, a comment!” But then it’s just a comment from yourself.
October 20th, 2009 at 9:26 am
I’ll take all of this too, except for the nine part. Being a kid didn’t suit me.
October 20th, 2009 at 10:27 am
I agree with Angela. Being nine and rich isn’t all that great – in fact it might make you a spoiled brat. Being 23 and rich, well, that’s a different story.
October 20th, 2009 at 10:30 am
Yay! Real comments! Um…ok, how about 19? But really I did imagine running through sprinklers in my overalls shortly after my cone…but I guess you can do that at 19. Plus, I wouldn’t be spoiled. The money would have come from my inventor dad who invented something awesome and then died in a plane crash, leaving me all the money. I would have the same mom.