(8) the best things about sewing kits are the different colors of thread The wind that morning was brisk and warm. She'd been walking for about three hours by the time she noticed the tear in her dress. A loosened piece of fabric swirled around her ankles, dancing with the wisps of dust being carried by the wind. I really do need some more threads, she thought. If the carrots come in good this year perhaps I can trade for some. The sun continued to rise high above the distant mountains but she'd taken this path so often that she hardly noticed it. Every step seemed like five more. Back in the earlier days of her job she'd taken a liking to skipping, singing, sometimes running through the route, but she saw little point in that now. Boredom was her friend, it helped her to carry on. In the distance, the roof tops of her village made themselves present. She smiled. Not bad timing. I should be able to get at least three hours of sleep this afternoon. Sniffing from the cold winds earlier that morning, before the sun had even come up, she let the warm winds blow her headdress off her head, and it settled on her shoulders. This far away from the village she could get away with it, but when she could see people she would have to put it back on. And indeed she did when a building finally passed her by. A woman working on her garden patch glanced up toward her. "Good morning, Minha." "Good morning." As she continued on, more women stopped to give their compulsory good morning greetings, some tapped their shoulders out of respect; she did, after all, have a very important job. Out of the corner of her eye she could see some younger men and boys smiling towards her, she smiled back staring straight ahead. Pushing open the thatch door to her yurt, she pulled off her head scarf and slid the long white robe off her shoulders. Dropping herself down on the sleeping mat she fell into an almost instant sleep. Outside, a tall man in a red robe slid a note underneath her door, greeted the man across the trail from him, and wandered off.

Waiting for the bus is awkward. You get to the bus stop and just stand there in silence. Sometimes someone will ask you what rotation it is at school or if you have the time, but typically they don't bother to. Even if you are with a friend it is awkward. I am never with a friend. Sitting on the bus is equally awkward if you are not sitting with someone you know, worse, if you are sitting with someone you do not know and across from someone you know but are not friends with. Because god forbid you should listen in on a conversation and smirk or grimace, because then they might bug you about it later on. Everything is awkward.

1.) What is your name? Sonya. 2.) Do you find it annoying when surveys ask for your name? UMMYESLYK EVURYTYM THISHAPPENZ I WANNA SHOVE MY FIS DOWN THUR THORATZ LOLZ >:((((( 3.) What do you plan to buy in the future? A house. A car. Maybe a slurpee. Kraft Dinner. The basic needs. 4.) Where did you get the underwear you are currently wearing? What underwear? (they were given to me) 5.) How many pairs of Converse do you own? Zero! 6.) Who is your favorite “That ’70s Show” character? Red. xD 7.) There is a mummy standing behind you. What do you do? Unwrap that son of a bitch and set him on fire. 8.) What do you think of Miley Cyrus? She should be deported, along with Zac Effron, Zachary Quinto, and that guy from 'Forgetting Sarah Marshall'. 9.) Do you tend to think that you are always right? I don't think, I know. 10.) Top Five Favorite Songs: Yellow Ledbetter - Pearl Jam Back In Black - Amy Whinehouse Mr. Bojangles - Sammy Davis Jr. Clocks - Coldplay I'm Still Here - John Rzeznik 11.) What was your favorite toy as a child? A plush slug. I cried on every eight occasions in which I lost him. 12.) Have you thought more about your funeral, or your wedding? Funeral, 'cause I know that one's defiantly going to happen. It would suck to plan out your entire wedding and then become a spinster. 13.) Dinosaurs or Unicorns? UNICORNS. 14.) What is your favorite musical? AVENUE Q. 15.) You need new jeans. Where do you go? To a store? 16.) Do you play the Sims 2? Religiously. 17.) Do you think Harry Potter is at all immoral to read? Ehh... no. 18.) What do you think of Maroon 5? It's Dave Matthews trying REALLY hard to get laid. Except for that one song, I like that one. 19.) What about Coldplay?

so this one time at the movies, with me and Cay a man stopped us and said you can't go in there, it's rated R and we're like okay then we'll sneak in. and he said what? and we said nothing. so we meandered on outside and milled about until the man had left then we came back in and went into the theatre room and very much enjoyed our movie and our criminally sized slurpees that had been snuck in too and good times were had by all! except this didn't happen. I more or less made it this all up on the spot. except for the part about the slurpees. that actually happened.

"What do you have to say about the state of the streets? There's trash everywhere!" "TRASH CANS!" screams the lady, closing the door to her limousine. "MORE TRASH CANS! KILL SOME HOBOS AND SELL THEIR ORGANS! TIJUANA!" The limousine speeds off into the sunset leaving the reporter baffled beyond belief. "Henderson, you seem puzzled," remarks his assistant. "as if you had more questions to ask." "Yes Quinton. I had questions. Many, many, many questions." He shrugs and wanders off. In the distance, a passing hobo is struck by the limousine, and the lady almost chokes to death on an avocado pit.

Sick Cycle Carousel, spinning round and round Save A Life with a defibrillator Killer Queens don't let them eat cake despite what the Yellow Ledbetter says calm down you silly goose, It's My Life! Drink The Water, I swear it isn't poisoned Janey's Got A Gun and she's coming for me. i'm not Paranoid, but the sight just takes my Breath away.

sweet sensual seductive sickly mercury beverages sitting solitary in the sunshine the moon beaming in glee this paragraph just gets shorter and sh

there was a hole here. now it's gone.