Wednesday, March 18, 2009

hmm.

boring boring boring boring. BORING. anyone hiring anot. 7 per hour i can do anything that wont put me in any mortal danger.

needs money. needs lots of money! rarrgh. i want to learn jap. learn guitar. learn driving. get a good acoustic guitar. get more clothes.

so many things i wanna do.

my writing is totally failing me man. fux. sigh.

recent spate of downs in friends. hope they can snap out of it n recover quickly.

arhhhh. i need a life. so boring now. boring!

the boy picked up the bottle. it was wedged in the sand, as if forgotten.

there was a note. he unscrewed the cap. took it out.

"will you be my friend?"

such simple words.

such profound words.

the boy smiled.

"yes." he said.

he carefully folded the note back into the bottle, laid the bottle gently onto the water surface, and let the waves take it away.

he turned around and walked back toward where he came from.

he remembered the loneliness. he remembered the sadness.

he remembered the familiar feel of the smooth glass. writing on the notepad, with his only good pen. slowly scrawling the words out.

"will you be my friend?"

ok out of complete sheer boredom i wrote the above bullshit. LOL. hahaha i think i will totally get spammed for this. but oh heck.

by Dan 1:08 AM

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