I kinda want this girl's eyes.
Just killing time tonight until I feel like going to the kitchen and making fish cakes. Which are apparently a little harder than I originally thought they would be. My bunny is stretched out from one end of her cage to the other, just chillin'. And there is not too much exciting news, you know, just schoolwork and cleaning up the room and cooking tonight, for a change. And making up stories on the bus, and listening to conversations between an Asian girl and a guy with a scruffy blond beard. She was talking about the new diet she's on, and how she had had a protein shake or something for breakfast, and he was telling her that if she just took up rowing she would get enough exercise to eat anything she wanted. Which is probably true.
Hey, ever had that feeling when you're in a grocery store or something, when you look up and lock eyes with a stranger for a half-second, and you wonder if they'll ever mean anything in your life. Like, maybe that small lady with the white hair has the potential to be your best friend, or maybe she was a rock climber in Italy when she was younger, or maybe the Wayne Gretzky look-alike in the bread department will be the next Bill Gates. And you make a habit of buying bread there every week and the two of you laugh and maybe later you become good friends and write each other letters and he shows up on your doorstep seven years later wearing a cowboy hat and a huge smile. And you kiss him on the cheek and the two of you take a walk on the beach and talk about the lives you have been living.
I do this all the time.
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