Purchased a big, multi-litre bottle of Vanilla Coke, and a little bottle of Red Fusion Dr. Pepper, which seems to be Dr. Pepper, except communist (don't I wish).
I realised as I purchased these, that I'm down to twenty three dollars . . . time for me to focus on frugality methinks . . . I fucking hate that. I hate thinking about money. I hate talking about money. Hell, I even feel slightly uncomfortable mentioning it here.
I really wish everything was free. Everything ought to be free. We spend too much precious time thinking about how to get money and how to prudently expend money. It can really spoil a mood.
Life should be like a dream. Our hearts should just float about being poignantly effected.
I was thinking the other day about how much
I think I really impressed
Maybe it was more like she nervously laughed a few times to indulge my unasked for little digression. Who can say?