Writing this, I guess. Procrastinating. Realising how much of a jealous person I am. Breathing. Not eating for a change. Staring at the timer.
So basically, Multi-tasking.
<p><b>What are you thinking about now?</b></p>The plastic bag that’s on the ground right now, waiting for me to pick it up.
<p><b>What are you afraid about now?</b></p>That the plastic bag will start flying around on its own. Of course, with that creepy voice going, “WOOOO. WHY DIDN’T YOU PICK ME UP?”
<p><b>Do you write poetry?</b></p>Hmm. Good question.
I remember my first poem.
“There was a blue ball.
It sat on a wall.”
You tell me.
<p><b>Do you have a song in mind now?</b></p>Yes, it goes, “La la la. I’m singing ‘la la la’.”
<p><b>What’s your favourite thing to do on weekends?</b></p>Sleep my life away.
<p><b>If you could be any cartoon character, what would you be?</b></p>Do they have cartoons about blue rubber balls on TV these days? Hm.
Someone did say once I remind them of Tweety bird though.
On a completely unrelated note, I can’t seem to find hats that fit.
<p><b>Complete the sentence. “One day I’m going to be…”</b></p>Dead.
<p><b>What’s your take on Politics?</b></p>Oh, are those some kind of Polly Pocket tic-tacs? That sounds kind of interesting, I guess.
