To Lazy to Choose.... [Python!]
Jul 10, 2012 12:28:32 GMT -5
Post by Toasty on Jul 10, 2012 12:28:32 GMT -5
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Ugh, fuck! I really don't want to be awake right now, just 5 more minutes, please? Every freaking weekend I have to break open from my cocoon of blankets, just to go to the marketplace to buy some shit? Are you kidding me? Meh. I guess I could have some fun there. Maybe play a few pranks-... hey, that'd actually be beyond fun. Fuck yea. Pushing myself up from my bed, I lean myself against the head board. Quickly combing the locks of my brown hair, I let out a deep sigh. Here I go, then. Throwing myself off of the safety and warmth of my bed, I slip on a simple tank top; with blue and orange stripes coating itself, atop of a pair of jeans. Why? Because fuck you, that's why. i'll where jeans whenever I want to. And No, it doesn't look like total shit; It looks good. Got it? Good.
After that, I manage to lift my dead weight through the hallway, and into the bathroom. I pop in my contacts into my duel-colored eyes because I fucking can, brush my gleaming white teeth, and make sure my hair is at maximum sexy. Yep, it is. I mean, when isn't it? Wow, mornings really bring the grumpy out of me, don't they? Ah, well. Guess everyone's a bit moody when they have to wake-up, right? 'Cause I better not be the only one.
Hiking myself quickly down the broad staircase, I find myself in the kitchen. No ones home, (thank you, so much.) so I grab an apple and allow the gleaming streams of light soaking themselves through the window bask me. Taking in a deep breath, I grab my sunglasses up off of the counter, make my way to the front door, and swing it open. God, I really didn't want to go. But hell, i had nothing better to do.
My eyes really did seek something other than the boring, crunchy gravel path beneath me, and luckily they did. The marketplace was finally in sight. And thank god, it wasn't too crowded. Could actually have some breathing space this time. Maybe actually see what I'm trying to buy. Like, no joke, half the time i get back from the marketplace I have no idea what I've gotten. Ah well. My parents problem; Not mine. Placing myself at the entrance of the shopping area, I suck in some air, creasing my trademark 'cheeky smile' onto my lips. Maybe I could get someone today. Like, for you know. Or maybe just to prank someone. Fuck making new friends. They always end up ruining your life, anyway. I make my way over to a booth with clothes; probably imported from 8, and notice the stall keeper isn't there. Nah, I wasn't going to steal just look. I notice another person there with me, though. Potential partner in pranking, perhaps? Or just another washed up whore? (Get it, cuz D4) Holding up two shirts in each arm, I look at her and speak, trying to snatch her attention.
"Hey, which shirt looks better? I'm really way too lazy to choose. Mind helping, babe?" God, please. Give me someone to talk to. Don't let this girl be a total letdown. I mean, really. How much would it suck if this girl was one of those kind that 'hated all boys because one broke my heart once'? Like, really. Those are the worst. I mean, I'm half gay. It's not like I half hate girls & boys. They're all the same. Both hot as hell when they come out right.
[[[ LOL, Sorry for it's shortness and disgusting quality. But its the best I could do ): Hope you liked it somewhat... (x ]]]