One day a little rabbit hopped along the path to Mint town, to meet his friend short-bus Timmy. Once he got to mint town, the whole place smelt fresh. Everyone had white teeth and there breath smelt good. The rabbit laughed. He hopped across a street and got hit by a bus. The rabbit laughed. He peeled himself off the windshield and saw that is was a short yellow bus full of people with helmets, licking the window. He laughed. He got in the bus and found short-bus Timmy, who was humping a bus seat. He dragged Timmy off and they skipped to texas to peel flakes off george bushes nipples then melt them to make ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!’. The end ;)
I walked into the kitchen a grabbed a slice of toast off my counter, then spreaded some ‘I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter!’ on it. I took a bite and started to think. ‘If it’s not butter… Then what hell is it….??’ my mind ran with the idea and I laughed at some of the scenarios I came up with. Some were funny, and others were just plain nasty. I took a third bite and that’s when Sam walked in.
“So, what’s the deal?” she asked, taking a slice of toast from my plate.
"It’s taken me awhile, but I think I’m finally ready to accept it’s not butter." I stated, mouth full of bread. She laughed and shook her head.
"not that! Although… That was funny" she giggled, almost chocking. "I was talking about the MJ concert yo" she bit into the last of her toast
"Dude, we need those tickkeetttsss" I stressed, mouth full of bread and eyes pleading.
"Yeah but they cost so muuuuucchhh" she spat, getting a coke from the fridge. We always had coke in there, because I, for one, was in love with diet coke.
"But Nick just got a job as M’s security guard, he could hook us up!" I defended, grabbing a coke for myself. Nick is an old friend from school.
"Okay, but don’t you remember we live in rhode island? Isn’t the concert in New York?" She asked, hands on her hips.
"We can take a rode trip there!"
"What about a hotel? Where are we gonna stay?"
"Nick said he’d let us stay with him!" I pleaded. Sam started to think, then she rolled her eyes.
"Fine! But I’m not responsible if Michael goes missing and they find him in your closet!" she joked, referring to our old inside joke from sixth grade. I laughed and rolled my eyes. "Which reminds me, Emily is coming too. If she asks, we are going to a new walgreens that opened in New York" She added, and I nodded.
It’s almost fricken four in the morning, and what am I doing? Thinking. About what? Anything and everything. •-•”
I listen to music most of the night, then I fantasize about the music I listen too, making a tiny music video in my head… Then I start typing random storys. Then I type what’s on my mind only to delete it in the morning. So, I try to lay down and fall asleep but my eyes bother me. HOW IS THAT FUCKING POSSIBLE. THEY HURT THROUGH MY EYE LIDS. ughhfsnysktvhnjdrigzsh…..
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