They were supposed to be a Christmas present, but I never got around to picking a style. Today, I finally found a pair!

I was just leaving school and I was on my way to the train station. I was just walking down 22nd street and I looked against the wall and out of the corner of my eye I saw a piece of trash just rolling along. I looked again and to my surprise, it wasn't a piece of trash, but rather, a mouse, just walking beside me. Usually people think of mice as creatures that go to great lengths to avoid human contact, but this one as casual as a clown in the circus, like it just belonged there. 

I watched His Girl Friday.
Purchased the collected poems of Dorothy Parker.
Searched craigslist for high speed wit.
Found none for sale.
Looks as though I must resort to theft.


Oh please let my next three posts redeem me for this one.

"Lenea, help me please!" He stood in front of me with frustration. I felt helpless. I wanted to take his hand and just tell him to count to ten, or ten thousand. I understand how nerve wracking it is to deal with my mother on a friday night; especially if she's exceptionally emotional. 

"Get out of her face!" She screamed and her hand flew up and made contact with his face. He was caught of guard and fell in the direction of the smack. He jumped back up swiftly and tackled her to the ground. 

I jumped from the couch and pulled him off her, pushed him back, calmed him down, then went to help her up from the floor. She tried to grab a window that was lying up against the wall, but I snatched it from her and put it back. She started to complain about her arm, while clutching at her heart. 

She picked up the phone and began to speak; I never saw her dial any number. 

"Come and get him! He threw me on the ground! If ya'll don't come and finish it, then I will." 

She hang up the phone. They carried on in an argument. She constantly told him to get out, and assured her that he planned on leaving. The next morning, Bobby left, vowing never to come back again. 

I was sitting in the library, trying to decide on a topic for today's story.  Suddenly, in ran two juniors, covered in paper.  I was confused at first, and slightly annoyed that they had interrupted my work-space.  However, as they turned to run past me, I noticed that one was dressed in yellow paper, cut to that tell-tale sliced pie shape.  The girl behind was a red ghost. I burst out in laughter, realizing that I had found my story topic!