The Color Of Hunger

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(My best friend Bree and her step-mom remodeled their downstairs bathroom about a week before New Year’s. It looks really nice and smells even nicer. So I was forced to write her an appreciation letter.)

Written on December 31st, 2009 during the trip down to Tri-Cities…

Dear Sue,
 
I am totally diggin’ the new look of yer bathroom. The shades of brown, like, make the place come alive. I half-expected the toilet to wish me a happy new year after doing my business in there this morning. In fact, my whole day was instantly made ten times better just by stepping foot in there. The sheer awesomeness of the interior blindsided me, like when people answer the ‘how are you’ question in the negative. I actually forgot what I went in there for in the first place. But then I remembered. It’s a good thing I chose yer bathroom over the upstairs one, too. It was the most peaceful pot experience yet; I became one with the toilet. It was quite magical.
 
Hopefully, I’ll have a bathroom like yers when I get to heaven. If God cuts me short on this one, I’m gonna be super pissed. Even if my afterlife consists of a gigantic mansion with built-in elevators and an indoor football field, it wouldn’t be the same with just a ‘normal’ bathroom. Life (or afterlife, I guess) would suck. If God gave me the choice of having the mansion or having a bathroom like yers, I’d pick the bathroom, no question.
 
Hell, I’d even be content living in there. You bet yer ass I would. Pshh, screw the mansion, I got me Sue’s bathroom. Sure the bathtub wouldn’t be the most comfortable choice for a bed, and I suppose starvation would kill me off after a few days, but until then I’d be a pretty happy kid. A pretty happy kid indeed.
 
Sincerely,
Me

Hop on the Sprague bus (#90) on a wet and rainy day in the middle of busy hour….the smell’s are crazydisgusting, and I’ll guarantee yu’ll never eat lunch right before boarding again….here’s my story for the day….enjoy….
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You must be joking if you think I’m scootin’ my ass over for yers. Seriously??? The sight of you is bad enough, but come on dude, you R-E-E-K. And believe me, I’m tryin’ to spare feelings here. Jesus. If I were to throw some week-old mayonaisse in the microwave with no regards to a bowl or timer, I’d still have a better smelling creation than the one yer giving off right now.
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And how dare you shoot me that “god-yer-a-bitch” look. Pshh, who knows, I may just agree with you. But that’s neither here nor there. Cuz yu see, I’m what you’d call a classy bitch. A classy bitch who has a nifty little power called ‘choice’. The power to choose, my friend. So sorry to rain on yer funky little stink parade, but sitting next to a human dumpster on a 45 minute bus ride isn’t really my idea of a ‘healthy choice’.
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Good luck finding a seat tho; yu’ll definetly need it. Who knows, you may even get lucky 4 rows down with that nasty red-head. The one who constantly smells like dirty cat box and faded dryer sheets. Just please, whatever you do, use protection. Imagining any offspring sends cold pricks of shivers down my spine. God forbid.


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I am a student of life. 22 years young. I observe. I experience. I learn. I am driven by creativity. And music. Good music. Indie and electronic. I love sensory details. Life is crazy. But meant for living. I have no regrets in mine. Only lessons. =]
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