Something special.

[Two strings walk into a bar. The bartender tells them "we don't serve strings in this bar!"

So the strings walk outside, tie themselves into a knot, unravel their ends and walk back in.

The bartender says "Hey, aren't you those two strings that were just in here?"

They replied "No, I'm a frayed knot".]


I love summer.
Windows down, no air, breeze, and no showers.
Don't judge.

I need to open a window, it smells in here.

I like to exercise.
I just wish I wasn't so lazy.
Wouldn't everything be easier then?

My room is a nightmare.
I can barely walk.
I need to pack.
Not yet.
A list has to be made first.

I have so many things to do, so little time.
I need to start waking up earlier.
11 is much too late.

It is too late now.

I wish there were sidewalks in my neighborhood.
Running on the street blows.
But it makes you not want to stop.
You can't let those unknown people in those countless cars see you stop and rest.
No sir.

I feel like something is missing.
To be determined.