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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Today's Document
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Not today Justin
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Lista De Cubo
try cocaine???
meet a dog
hit on someone’s mom
dance like no one’s watching
sing like no one’s listening
love like i’ve never been hurt
live like it’s heaven on earth
show off my sick spiderman boxers
eat a bag of flamin’ hot cheetos
finish writing this bucket list
“what’s up with those two? if’d you like, i can come over and watch with you. though, i’d prefer it if you’d wear some pants.”
“i have no clue. it’s kind of annoying. pants aren’t a part of this equation. i can’t just let you bend my rules.”
“i don’t like their caesar salad wraps that much ‘cause the wrap is supposed to be like garlicky and it’s just…gross. panera’s good but they run out of their bread bowls for their soup and that just gives me too many trust issues. i’m the best seed there is, thank you. i’m always looking out for you, always spoiling you. — perfect, that’s my favorite one. lemme take my pants off and i’ll join you.”
“i don’t like their caesar salad wraps that much ‘cause the wrap is supposed to be like garlicky and it’s just…gross. panera’s good but they run out of their bread bowls for their soup and that just gives me too many trust issues. i’m the best seed there is, thank you. i’m always looking out for you, always spoiling you. — perfect, that’s my favorite one. lemme take my pants off and i’ll join you.”
“if by sane you mean the most insane person i know, then yes. fuck off, i’ll get you next time. was it really? that makes a lot more sense. i’ve never seen anyone else other than kind-hearted grandparents order some soup and salad from there. i barely go to panera to begin with, why would i ever be caught dead at crispers? a chalupa, a large mountain dew, is that enough or…?”
“yeah. when i learned that, it all made sense. the only thing i can trust from them is a caesar salad wrap, which is basically old people food disguised as a burrito. they know what they’re doing. panera is a little better, but not much. yes. that’s good enough. you’re a good seed. thank you. you’re a little late in the game, though. i’m already on bride of chucky.”
“i never thought i’d have trouble coming up with a bucket list, but for some reason i am seriously coming up blank. i guess it’s because i’ve made thousands of hypotheticals, but never a set to carry out in the course of a single night. how’s yours going along? any suggestions?”
“i hate most people. i’ve only put things on my list that ensured that i could be alone for most of the night. i’d rather hang out on the edge of the pool and smoke a bowl while everyone else goes fucking crazy. what do you have so far?”
“i think you mean justin bieber and taylor swift but…i’ll forgive you. i’m always paying attention to you, i’m up your ass twenty-four-seven but you’re always being…weird somewhere else. i always knew you were the lizard man from spiderman and now i have documented proof. mind saying that again so i can keep it in a voice memo on my phone? —- i don’t eat crispers. it’s taco bell, you’re favorite.”
“i’m not weird. i’m the most sane person i know, honestly. you don’t have proof... unless you were recording me. exactly. you have no proof. crisper’s was invented by publix. which i can only assume means some chipper old man created that hell hole in an attempt to bring in hipsters, but only brought in kind-hearted grandparents. what kind of taco bell? real test of our friendship...”
“mmm, no you don’t ‘cause i’m finally back. and i’m not always ditching you, i have a job, you know! i’m shaping the minds of our youth, you know. i mean, you can definitely stay in your panties if you want, it’s not like it’s nothing i haven’t seen before but you might have to make room for me on the couch. i love chucky! oh, i brought you some lunch. see, i’m not a horrible roommate.”
“the youth can wait. they’re too listening to their taylor bieber and justin swift. you should be paying attention to me. what are you doing with your life? i will stay in my panties. obama created clothes to shield my true reptilian form. i can’t live by the law of the man. i need to rebel in my pokemon boxers. what did you bring? if it’s crispers, leave.”
“i’ve got the apartment all to myself, today. cora and raf are out running errands or something. they’re always ditching me. no biggy. i’d like to say that i’m going to clean or do something productive, but the devil loves liars. i’m just going to hang out in my underwear and watch all of the child’s play movies.”
“this lifestyle is so slow that you might actually get bored before anything interesting happens. i despise it. nothing ever happens, and we sit here hoping that something will. that’s why i’m out of here. can we just go on a weekend or something? or you can ask for a few days off? tell them you have a family emergency.”
“you’re one of those people, aren’t you? wow. there was a death in the family. sorry. i guess i have to go to north carolina for a week. it was my aunt. i didn’t know her, but... i’ll make our road trip happen. don’t worry. how long have you been in harmon, anyway? you seem like you want out of here pretty bad.”
“what? oh… no, i’m – i’m fine, i’m just… i’m a little spooked, i guess. i was babysitting my nephews, right, and as i was making them lunch, the three year old asked me where the man’s lunch was. i asked him what he meant and he pointed right next to me and repeated the man, and i don’t really believe in ghosts but… man, that kid had the most stoic expression i have ever seen in my life. he either has really creepy imaginary friends or i have a situation…”
“okay. that’s fucked up. wait. what? you don’t believe in ghosts? what kind of person are you? ghosts totally exist. when i was little, my cat died. that night, i pulled the blanket up over my head when i went to sleep, and i swear i felt and heard my cat jump up on the bed and lay down on my legs. i could feel her tail and everything. ghosts are totally real, dude. just ask tasia. you might be haunted, though. sometimes spirits or demons, follow a person and feed off their energy. do you feel depressed, defeated or tired?”
“i don’t really see the charm in this small town shit. it’s gotten super boring. i want to go to a city, or like… climb a mountain, i don’t know. did you just call me cool? i mean – thanks or whatever. that’s nice of you. when do you want to leave? i’ll literally start packing now.”
“i can get it, i guess. i came from miami, so i’m looking forward to a slower lifestyle. you should go to new york. i’ve never been, but it’s always been on my bucket list. let’s go there. give me a little bit. i want to get on good terms with this job before i tell them fuck off, i’m going to new york.”
“i don’t know where – away from here? i just feel so stagnant, like everyone’s doing shit and i’m stuck. i don’t mind if raf and cora come… just so long as i don’t end up doing fun shit alone, and you don’t ditch me. sound fair?”
“that’s the small town charm. everyone’s so busy with their mindless routine, they can’t focus on the big picture. you won’t end up doing shit alone. i wouldn’t ditch you. you’re too cool to ditch. sounds fair.”
“i’ve seen tangled, i’ve seen frozen where a human freezes an entire country because of her emotions. i’ll protect you, dumb ass. but if you insist – we’ll do that. it’s just – i hate to think we’re going to die playing x-box. we should go on a road trip.”
“a road trip? where do you want to take a road trip to? i literally haven’t travelled in... forever. but... if you’re going to protect me, i’ll be okay. i’m up for anything. can i bring raf and cora? probably not. that’s okay.”
“you’re literally an infant and i can never tell if it’s cute or creepy. however, you’re correct. you don’t deserve that. however, you need to explore life and so do i. let’s do something fun – and i don’t mean playing x-box alone in the dark.”
“i need to get out and explore life? why would i do that? haven’t you seen tangled? crazy shit happens out there. i can’t risk it. i’ll just stay alone in my room and play x-box. feel free to join me. i have two controllers.”
“you chill. it wasn’t a who, i’ll tell you that now. it was a what. can i give you a bruise? that sounded sexy but i wanted it to sound violent. take it as you will, i guess.”
“why would you want to give me a bruise? i’m a good person. i leave the seat down. i only take up one parking spot. i don’t sit in starbucks only to use their wifi. i don’t deserve this life.”
“stop worrying. it’s just a bruise…” she moved her arm back and forth, narrowing her eyes at the blemished part of her skin. “i fell down the stairs the other day and used my arm to catch myself. it’s no big deal.”
“it looks like a little more than a bruise, but i’m not a doctor. hey. if you don’t want to tell me who or what gave you that bruise, you don’t have to. chill.”
