P.S- Holy shit. xD

I took this picture while I was out today.

Because I’m mature, I laughed for about eighty thousand hours.
And I’m still fucking laughing.

Christ, I’m easily amused.

I love manufacture defects.

Why do I feel the need to post about random garbage?

You know.

I really miss spray painting.
I really do.

I miss coming home covered in speckles of different colors.
I miss losing the feeling in my finger from holding down the nozzle for so long.
I even miss watching my friend cough because he refused to wear a mask.

Last time I did it was months ago now.
It’s not like I’m exceptionally good at it either, I just find artsy stuff like that incredibly therapeutic.

Which is partially why I’ve taken to squatting at the park this entire weekend just for the purpose of reading/writing and listening to music.
It’s nice.

I love doing silly spontaneous things like that. And it’s not all that silly, really.
Even though people stare at me while I’m there.
Actually, half of the people that pass me seem over-concerned with my presence.
Like, “Why is this girl sitting out here with her computer? Why isn’t she at home? Why is she reading out here on this picnic table? Nobody does that anymore.”
I really wasn’t aware it was so bizarre, but that’s the signal I’m picking up.

Or maybe, dearest Oli. You’re over-thinking things again, and people are staring at you just because it’s human nature to want to see who’s in your surroundings.

ROFL.
Wait.

I forgot I dressed like a sailor today. It could have been that.

Wow.

Okay, never mind.

+10 coolsville points. Again.