Dream it anyways
Much like Rip Van Winkle waking up from his hundred years’ sleep, I felt reintroduced to the modern world upon activating my first cell phone this past Thursday. I added my MyFaves, sent a few racist texts, made a hilaaaarious video of myself, and took some flattering pictures. More fun than a barrel, for sure. I don’t quite know if I’ll get the knack of walking and talking at the same time, but I feel important while doing it, so I’m sure I’ll catch on. I also got the 400 texts for $4.99 a month deal, and have found that to be quite fun as well.
When an author is so descriptive that you actually believe what they’re writing, do you think it’s because they’ve actually lived through what they’re writing, even if it’s a work of fiction?
I want a mirrorball for my room.
