What another gloriously overcast day we have to day, long live June gloom! I'm just shaking the smoke from my coat and putting on my boots over here at 435 and I would be so damn happy to spend the entire day between this couch and that TV. Wish me luck.
Thoughts thoughts thoughts. I think you thought. There are only two different forms of the word thought? Boring. I think the thoughts you thunk were quite delectable. There's one for Webster's.
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Bradley Rumpleton didn't enjoy spending time outdoors. In fact he rarely left his apartment, if ever. His groceries were delivered, his laundry was sent out, and all his bills were paid online. This was exactly the way Bradley wanted it; he loved being in his apartment. He was safe there, content with his little desk and antique reading lamp, single spring mattress bed, and counter top stove. He was alone, which was exactly the way he wanted it.
On Thursday, May 26th, Bradley happened to be looking out his window, which he had just noticed needed to be washed again, when he fell in love with a woman on the corner below his apartment building. He knew it must be love because he had read about it so many times, and he knew that he would never again be happy with his single mattress and antique lamp.
