Breezy

I turned on the lamp and it gave off a mellow golden-orange light, then I put on a Japanese playlist and I just float with it. Before I know it, I’m dancing a little, my body and head swaying naturally. All while I’m enjoying a bit of mallows and chocolate ice cream right now. A little bit got on my white shirt, but no worries, I’ve got more shirts than sense. Honestly, even if it was my only shirt, I’d just shrug it off, and if my roommate’s not here, I’ll fling it off to see my abs, just joking, it’s flabby.

Anyway, it’s afternoon now and I’m breathing in the smoky scent from the grill. Why is it that every time I eat grilled barbecue my worries turn into Goombas I either ignore or bonk, then I move on. I don’t exactly get over worries like enlightened Buddhas do. When I feel like it I bother, nine times out of ten I ignore them, and either way I laugh because that’s what my father taught me in life.

Until next time, my friend.