It was bitter, it was stringy, and it had an aroma like industrial waste. I could have sworn I was swallowing toxic chemicals that were going to seep into my body and turn me into a mutant...if only it would give me the superpowers I wanted (invisibility, superslime, the power to win over people with my charming smile...)
I won't be eating the Lime Shrimp Ramen again. Ever. I'm still trying to get the smell out of here (ah, the smell of industrial waste in the morning...toxic chemicals to knock my boring old human genetics out the window and turn me into the next Peter Petrelli. Or give me three arms. It'd be a talking point, anyway.)
On the other fronts, our Halloween pumpkin out front ain't gonna make it to Halloween. It's moldy and has become a health hazard, especially if it stays where it is for too much longer.
I have all kinds of ideas for getting rid of it. I say we should chuck it off the side of one of the buildings and watch it fly, or even the bridge. We'd probably get arrested for some silly violation, but it'd be fun.
Can you imagine: Me in jail for chucking a pumpkin into the river...
Here's an idea: We should get a CATAPULT and launch it over the river at Haas Fine Arts; watch it go whizzing over the treetops and then SPLORT right on that facing side of the building...
Em thinks I'm crazy and says SHE'S going to chuck it down the garbage chute at the next opportunity. Spoilsport. I want to see it fly out the 7th floor window of Hibbard and watch it explode upon the sidewalk far below (I'd say Penthouse, but the 8th floor windows don't open)
We could even cart it up to Towers and toss it off a 10TH floor window up THERE, but she says no. Better clean and disposed of than someone on the ground below suing us because they were injured from a flying, rotting pumpkin of death.
Em ruins all my fun. (Sigh in text form)
Gotta go. God calls me to his presence again. I have not been good this week...:)
Cheers,
Bec
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