But I couldn't get by the fat people.
All in a line.
All side by side.
All in my way.
Their little kid with the bowl cut ran back and smiled at me, as though he knew my plight.
I looked away,
realizing how uncomfortable I am holding eye contact with children that I don't know.
The Gods of Path blessed us with a fork,
I took the thinner path.
It's my roommate's 21st birthday and she just came home with her mom.
Both parties are hammered out of their minds.
It's time to stop blogging
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