Stream of Thought

I’m going to try to write out my stream of conscious thought just to say if I can and to see how entertaining/crazy I really am. 

I’m thinking if the above sentence could be improved by rewording it. 

I look down at my sweater and see the safety pin that’s holding the hole in the sleeve together. Safety pins are like gold - impossible to find and once I get my hands on one its either immediately put to use or lost again. I never have extra safety pins around. Or bobby pins. Pens I have plenty of. I also always lose my nail clippers. Random.

Doo doo do do dooo I just sang a little tune in my head. It doesn’t belong to a song (even if it did I wouldn’t know because I am musically inept). I have an empty cup sitting on my chair and I don’t know why I haven’t thrown it away. It’s been there for days and every time I see it I wonder why I still haven’t thrown it away. I’m not getting up to do it either. 

There are random pieces of clothing all over my living-room. I take my clothes off and leave them right there where they were taken off. I don’t even know why I take my clothes off in the living-room anyways. I guess thats one of the joys of living alone - I can undress anywhere and anytime I so desire. 

The dvd player screensaver is on the screen and I can suddenly hear that annoying high pitched sound the tv makes when you don’t turn it off but the screen is black, you know that sound. Annoying. I switched it off but now it’s almost too quiet in here. Good thing I live on a busy street and there’s always the humdrum of traffic outside my window. I look outside and see the bright fluorescent orange sign of the 76 gas station that is directly out my living-room window. 

The price for this apartment is a steal, but there’s obvious reasons why - the 76 gas station panorama out my window, the bus stop in front of that, being right on one of the busiest roads in Portland, the manager who killed a guy - but I don’t mind. I’m a simple person and simple things make me happy. Like the rent for this apartment. It’s spacious, clean, and perfect in my eyes. Except that the water sometimes doesn’t get the scalding hot temperature that I like it to be for my showers. And there’s no garbage disposal..or dishwasher...or microwave. But I’ve learned to live without those things and find myself perfectly happy sitting here on my thrift store steal of a couch, surrounded by other thrift store and garage sale furniture. The place is plain. But it’s me. If it doesn’t have a function then I don’t want it. Unless it’s free. I love free things. 

I take a sip of my lukewarm McCafe caramel mocha. It’s surprisingly delicious. And the monopoly game is back at McDonald’s so I won a free medium fry, and acquired St Charles Place. Whatever, I only want the fries. There’s no way I’m wasting my time going online and entering in all those codes that come with the monopoly ‘game pieces’ from McDonalds. Also - the McDonald’s near my apartment has a drive thru open 24 hours. The Starbucks next door to it could take some lessons because I would be drinking a tall soy vanilla latte instead of this caramel mocha had they been open. Oh well, I saved two bucks and won a medium fry so win win. It’s 9:40pm on a Tuesday. I’m going to go hang out with a friend I haven’t seen in weeks, it should be interesting. If there’s anything worth writing about then I’ll squak away. But for now I have to skidaddle  or he’ll think I’ve flaked on him. 

Until next time blinking cursor. Until next time.