(BE ADVISED this is not being written in the hopes of Trolling, i just feel like writing something meaningless and i like to follow through on my irges when ever possible. Thank you)
My pants. Well, there they are.
I must say i’ve never really thought about them. They’re always there, though i do change them occasionally, they’ve more or less been there (in one way or another) my whole life.
Which makes me think of my glasses, which blow my mind every time i look AT them (rather then through them) because everything i have seen for the past 4 years has i have seen through them. If my glasses could talk man… what the hell would they have to say? I can’t count the number of times i thought i was going to die,wearing these glasses.
Dozens of times hitch hikeing, sure, few times over the past couple months. How the hell did my glasses feel about that?? If you were strapped to the face of a crazy man with out any say in the matter, i’m sure you’d be pretty pissed. Maybe that’s why i lose so many glasses sailing, they just cant take this any more… do glasses have free will? if they did, how exactly could they exercise it? perhaps they exist on a higher spiritual plane then us and can manipulate time and space in such a way as to make sure they all wind up at the bottom of the Kennibecasis River, where they know i’ll never ever find them.
Unless i built a submarine. I always kinda wanted to when i was a kid, because my dad would tell me about these sunken paddle wheel steamers at the bottom of the river we used to sail in. Then he bought all those books about them (the steamers, not submarines) so i figured it’d be a great idea.
I had it all planned out.
I planned it all out in Grade 3 math class. To this day (and i really wish i was kidding) i can not do long division. I really don’t miss long division that much though, cause that would have been one kick ass submarine. Hell, maybe i’ll still build it. I don’t really think i will though, my big problems were that i had no money and i couldn’t weald and i’ve still got no money and i doub’t i’ll ever learn to weald. Still, it’d be pretty kickass.
Anyway, then i “grew up” and started wandering all over the place doing really really fun stupid stuff, scaring the hell out of my glasses. God, those poor, poor glasses.
mmmmmmmmmm… Ritz
(next week, ode to a shower drain)
MellowUpham (please excuse my spelling, English class whas where i figured ou the answer to the question “why”)
