Soap, Anyone?
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Thread Topic: Soap, Anyone?
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I walked down the street. What was wrong with me? I didn't feel like the Lindsey I was before. Was this part of reincarnation? If only there was some kind of pamphlet for newly reincarnated vampires having to deal with stress and overall confusion and trying to be normal for their husband....
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Haha, Lindsey needs a drink. I cracked up laughing, Feeling like my ribs were going to poke out my chest from laughing that hard. Maybe it was about time I figured out what was wrong with my self... And I cracked up again. Am I, like, High or something? There is NO WAY, This is that funny.
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I sat on a bench. If I just left...
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"Or is it?" I said, Aloud. I stood up, and stretched. It felt like I hadn't done that in forever. And then I smiled, And leaned against the wall, While sort've paying attention to the TV. It was like I could see what was happening, But my brain was totally somewhere else.
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I stood up and started walking again.
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Maybe I was going insane. Or maybe there was a Carbon Monoxide leak somewhere. Either way, I imagined things would turn out okay. And so I smiled again, And, Because I could, Poured myself a glass of vodka. Sometimes I wonder why I can't be two people. Then I could marry myself. THAT'D BE AWESHUM! Very much so awesome.
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Wasn't there, like, a train station around?
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(Wheres Lindsey gonna go? Just curious.)
I had this random urge to exercise. So, I did. You know me. As soon as I want something, I always have it. And I wanted to exercise, so I did. I'm just a simple guy that way, Y'know? I wonder what would happen if the 80's never happened. I probably wouldn't have had this hair.... So weird. I can't imagine myself with any other kind of hair. -
(I think I'm sending her to Ireland.)
I went to the ticket counter and made the man give me a ticket. I suppose I'd take the train then go across a boat to Ireland? -
(LOL That's terrible...)
I went into the bathroom, Grabbed a pair of shears, and cut it really really short. Like, Not regular short, Like, well... Like I just put my head down and cut off a bunch. It actually looked pretty epic. And then I figured it'd grow back, so everything was fine. "Kewlio! That's looks f---ing AWESOME." -
(Why?)
I got on the train and looked out the window, lost in thought. -
(I dunno...)
"Huh." After my strange string off urges and cutting my hair short, I stepped out on the balcony, With that glass in my hand, Watching the city from below. Well, Sort of. -
The train departed. There weren't that many people on the train.
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Huh. I'm bored.
I stepped back to the hotel room, I grabbed my Webley and Scott .38 and pointed it to the side of my head. I really hoped it had blanks in it. I cocked it, And fired. Blam. -
I felt like something was wrong. I glanced out the window. We weren't going that fast. I could probably open a door or something...
I stood up, walked over to the door, opened it, and jumped out. I landed on my feet and ran off before anyone could see me.
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