As I go from class to class I keep this fat red backpack chugging along behind me in very desolate hallways. Absolutely empty hallways would be nice seeing as I pedal a mobile public disturbance behind me. People don't realize the Or not nice at all. It messes with our concepts of order and public formalities(really I could run off with this one, just had anthro today). You just don't carry around such a rickety thing.
You want to know the sick thing about it? I like it. I actually like watching people try to act caus when they have to listen to this piece of junk groan on wheels. I like it. Who can understand how much money I'm saving? It's like 60 bucks for a good one. *laughs* It's wonderful for an instant maniacial high in the right circumstances.
So okay. I've got this thing. With ramen. Beef Ramen actually. It's not very healthy but it's soo easy to make and tastes considerably good. I've started this craze thing about it. I walked over to my roomate and said, "yeah this is my third bowl today." It's never worn out and now since it's so unbelievably cheap I am in love all over again. But why the heck do I crave it?
It's not normal. I'll take it over anyone's cooking.
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I named it Ricardo the Red
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