i'm tempted to start all my stories with 'and.' and occasionally 'sometimes.'
and i always use single quotations when i should be using doubles. maybe i was meant for the UK, i mean i think they do that there. at least that's what all the fanfic written by actual UK kids on hpff tells me.
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sometimes i feel that if i start a story with a really stupid boring description of the setting, no one will be interested in it. i feel that if i am not interested in writing it, no one will be interested in reading it. however, this is clouded by the misconception that anyone is interested in reading what i have to write anyways.
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there's a commercial on abc every day while i take my lunch. it airs at least once, if not twice or three times. it's a commercial with a little blond girl and her mother. the entire scene is filmed in black and white and the box of rice krispies is the only object in colour. this commercial is fucking adorable, and there is no other way to put it. the mom pours the rice krispies into the bowl of milk (who does that in that order, i mean, unless you're refilling your bowl, you always pour the cereal first, or am i just a dufus?) and says, 'shhh.' the little girl listens and says, in quite possibly the most innocent voice ever given to anything ever, 'they're popping!?!' she practically yells it. i swear to god you could bottle the innocence coming off this toddler.
this commercial reminds me of three things. it reminds me of me as a child, for some wierd reason. it just seems like something that something like that would have happened between me and my mother. this commercial also reminds me of the fact that i strongly miss the innocence that comes with childhood, where things can be wonderous and mind blowing without being expensive, and anything can blow your mind. lastly, it makes me want kids. which is neither here nor there. but it's fucking adorable.
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i wrote that whole thing because i was trying to avoid starting a story with the word and, or sometimes.
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carol collects pigs. seriously collects pigs. i don't know if she does it at home, but all around her office, or rather, when she had an office, it was covered in pigs. a painting of pigs. stuffed pigs. pig everything. i don't understand it. in some wierd way, she kindof resembles a pig, but i highly doubt that is a connection she would turn into a hobby.
now she works in the middle of a wierd loft-y area that confuses me. across from her desk are two pictures of old 60s cars. when i first saw them, i thought they were nice. then i was walking through bed, bath, and beyond one day and i saw them there too. they were like thirty five bucks a piece. i mean, i wouldn't pay thirty-five dollars for them, mainly because it's nothing that interests me, but i think it was just the fact that they were at what i will call the triple b, it just makes me disinterested in them.
however, straight across from this, as to completely ruin the vibe of the classy cars, she has a big picture of a pig. it is pink and laying on its back in the grass in the middle of the night. the sky has stars in it, and the pig is laughing.
i used to sit at the chair in front of her desk when her office was downstairs. it was full of crap that had no other place to be. the office and the desk, that is. she would give me money to go upstairs and get her a root beer. she liked mug root beer the most. i liked barq's but she would have none of that.
i say that like i was six, but in reality, it was about a year ago.
but behind her computer on her desk she had littler pigs. one was a really bright flashlight. one was one of those really gross keychains that you squeeze, and you get the point. and one was a fake piggy bank someone had stuffed a quarter into.
i don't know a lot about carol, honestly. but goddamn, that woman loves her pigs.
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i don't know where i was going with that, it was just something different. i think i may have met my writing quota for the day, and if not, i don't care because rice krispies sound goddamn amazing right now, and the dishwasher is done so we have clean little spoons to eat them with. yes yes yes.
love you, blog,
jes
and i always use single quotations when i should be using doubles. maybe i was meant for the UK, i mean i think they do that there. at least that's what all the fanfic written by actual UK kids on hpff tells me.
--
sometimes i feel that if i start a story with a really stupid boring description of the setting, no one will be interested in it. i feel that if i am not interested in writing it, no one will be interested in reading it. however, this is clouded by the misconception that anyone is interested in reading what i have to write anyways.
--
there's a commercial on abc every day while i take my lunch. it airs at least once, if not twice or three times. it's a commercial with a little blond girl and her mother. the entire scene is filmed in black and white and the box of rice krispies is the only object in colour. this commercial is fucking adorable, and there is no other way to put it. the mom pours the rice krispies into the bowl of milk (who does that in that order, i mean, unless you're refilling your bowl, you always pour the cereal first, or am i just a dufus?) and says, 'shhh.' the little girl listens and says, in quite possibly the most innocent voice ever given to anything ever, 'they're popping!?!' she practically yells it. i swear to god you could bottle the innocence coming off this toddler.
this commercial reminds me of three things. it reminds me of me as a child, for some wierd reason. it just seems like something that something like that would have happened between me and my mother. this commercial also reminds me of the fact that i strongly miss the innocence that comes with childhood, where things can be wonderous and mind blowing without being expensive, and anything can blow your mind. lastly, it makes me want kids. which is neither here nor there. but it's fucking adorable.
--
i wrote that whole thing because i was trying to avoid starting a story with the word and, or sometimes.
--
carol collects pigs. seriously collects pigs. i don't know if she does it at home, but all around her office, or rather, when she had an office, it was covered in pigs. a painting of pigs. stuffed pigs. pig everything. i don't understand it. in some wierd way, she kindof resembles a pig, but i highly doubt that is a connection she would turn into a hobby.
now she works in the middle of a wierd loft-y area that confuses me. across from her desk are two pictures of old 60s cars. when i first saw them, i thought they were nice. then i was walking through bed, bath, and beyond one day and i saw them there too. they were like thirty five bucks a piece. i mean, i wouldn't pay thirty-five dollars for them, mainly because it's nothing that interests me, but i think it was just the fact that they were at what i will call the triple b, it just makes me disinterested in them.
however, straight across from this, as to completely ruin the vibe of the classy cars, she has a big picture of a pig. it is pink and laying on its back in the grass in the middle of the night. the sky has stars in it, and the pig is laughing.
i used to sit at the chair in front of her desk when her office was downstairs. it was full of crap that had no other place to be. the office and the desk, that is. she would give me money to go upstairs and get her a root beer. she liked mug root beer the most. i liked barq's but she would have none of that.
i say that like i was six, but in reality, it was about a year ago.
but behind her computer on her desk she had littler pigs. one was a really bright flashlight. one was one of those really gross keychains that you squeeze, and you get the point. and one was a fake piggy bank someone had stuffed a quarter into.
i don't know a lot about carol, honestly. but goddamn, that woman loves her pigs.
--
i don't know where i was going with that, it was just something different. i think i may have met my writing quota for the day, and if not, i don't care because rice krispies sound goddamn amazing right now, and the dishwasher is done so we have clean little spoons to eat them with. yes yes yes.
love you, blog,
jes
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