Oh man! I was supposed to be doing something.
And here 45 minutes later I don’t know what “something” was.
Only that I got this story from what’s now a black hole in time never to be retrieved again.
So I might as well write this down. So that something comes from the black hole and it’s not just a void.
Once upon a time there was a nerd girl with tendencies toward hermit-ism, green-ness, and not a little–oh I already mentioned–nerd. At this time also lived a boy with tendencies toward the same, a dope sneaker collection, and random sundry other traits that bear mentioning (just not here; not now).
Said boy and said girl also had short fingernails.
Said boy and said girl lived happily ever after.
After they met, that is.
After they met and agreed that the underrated classic love song of all time is “Behind the Bush” by the Jungle Brothers. Which, coincidentally, is also where they lived their Happily Ever After.
No, I’m not high.
But I do have the munchies.
So I’m going downstairs to clear up my delusional state with whatever sundry and random goodies will not require a late night trip to Wawa.
If you meet said girl or boy, big up them for me: every pot needs a lid. Or else everything just boils over.
Yep, gonna be needing that snack right about now.