Dear Forces of the Universe,

There are days when I enjoy having you around.

Like when you make me take the route to a more visible bloody sunset in the afternoon, then show me an amusingly misplaced pebble in the morning. Or let me listen to the perfect wake-up song on Peoria, plugged to my ears during an uneventful bus ride. Or watch me cross the street before helping me realize that a motorcycle zoomed right behind me with the driver caught in an awkward yell. Or give me sudden indifference to noise, which has been masking itself lately as post-apocaplytic silence.

But you weren't always so forgiving, especially when you witnessed that gravity-hungry bottle of shampoo fall on my toes and bruise my foot. So I limped past all your phenomena and didn't bother formulating theories regarding today's results. I will not fight you; I shall only take a walk. And I hear you'll be joining me?

Unfortunately yours,
Neobie, who is free-falling towards Gronland of Montreal :\

My shiny, yellow 8GB bumblebee plays games. Music? Not so much. Not yet anyway. Haha.

The color choice. Okay, that tells me either of these two things:

(1) My relatives seriously don't know me/what colors I like, or
(2) My parents are truly disappointed in me that they lie to others in the hopes of transforming me into their concept of "daughter."

Hm.
Ah the gift of lemon juice.


Anyway, yey!

I believe I'll name it Peoria, the unpretentious servant of Lord Erg. Oh yes. :)


Wiki:
Peoria (moth), a genus of pylaroid moths
Peoria (tribe) of Native Americans in the United States
Peoria, second music album by Future Clouds and Radar

Wheeeeee