California is a fine place to live - if you happen to be an orange.
Fred Allen

Curiosity killed the cat, but for a while I was a suspect.
Steven Wright

Food is an important part of a balanced diet.
Fran Lebowitz

Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.
Steven Wright

He would make a lovely corpse.
Charles Dickens


I busted a mirror and got seven years bad luck, but my lawyer thinks he can get me five.
Steven Wright

I intend to live forever. So far, so good.
Steven Wright

okay. I have this intense need to write, and yet I have nothing to write about..*gasp!* I caught writers block! My life is far to boring to write about, and I doubt that whoever(if anybody) would want to read about mine.

my sister shuffles through the house, her sneakers squeaking quietly. She is a shark. but most sisters are, aren't they? People seem to text me non-stop when I'm busy, but as soon as I'm bored with nothing to do, nothing.

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I have come to the conclusion that I have A.D.D. but guess what!? The weird thing is, as bored and as I am, I have no trouble focusing on my bloggy:). But as soon as my teacher fires up the old projector that spews dust everywhere, my mind goes away, far away, to somewhere better. Where letters never touch and teachers always erase the whole white-board, and doesnt leave a single mark for me to stare at, and irritate my O.C.D...=)


P.S. I wish I was an astronaut

TITLE IN WORK 1

~~NEW YORK, APRIL 14, 2016
Roy McDonnel lay bleeding on the kitchen floor of his 2 room apartment. The phone cord hung off the side of the counter, just inches from his desperate fingers. He coughed and blood filled in this mouth. he spat out dripping blood onto his shirt.
"Help," he wimpered.
His head was starting to feel very light and he suddenly felt sleepy. Were they still in the house? "Stay awake Roy!" he tried to tell himself. Footsteps,then a man's gruff voice: "is he dead?"
"I dont know, lets get out of here," another voice responded.
The front door was shut, cutting off the sounds of the street below. Somebody walked by the room laughing light-heartedly with another. They had no idea. Nobody knew that behind the very door they just passed, had occured a murder.


....now what?

~~NEW YORK, APRIL 14, 2016
Roy McDonnel lay bleeding on the kitchen floor of his 2 room apartment. The phone cord hung off the side of the counter, just inches from his desperate fingers. He coughed and blood filled in this mouth. he spat out dripping blood onto his shirt.
"help," he wimpered.
His head was starting to feel very light and he suddenly felt sleepy. were they still in the house? "stay awake Roy!" he tried to tell himself. footsteps,then a mans gruff voice: "is he dead?"
"I dont know, lets get out of here," another voice responded.
the front door was shut, cutting off the sounds of the street below. Somebody walked by the room laughing light-heartedly with another. They had any idea. Nobody knew that behind the very door they just passed, had occured a murder.

~~CALIFORNIA, APRIL 13, 2016

well. Hey. Not exactly sure how to start a blog. Not even sure what im going to say. But i have a lot in my head.