Adopt this story: 1 · 5:04pm Dec 8th, 2013
Sometimes I write down ideas that end up going nowhere, here's one of them:
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There was nothing particularly special about today. I woke up on time this morning to the sound of my alarm clock. Casually picked out and threw on clean, understatedly nondescript grey Cotten t-shirt and likewise blue denim jeans. Leisurely ate my usual breakfast of store brand whole grain oat flakes with skim milk. Grabbed my tan coloured wind breaker, house keys, and wallet, then stepped through my apartment door to start my Monday morning.
If you had told me yesterday that the crazy homeless man who stood in front of the bus stop every morning holding his cardboard sign would one day be right, I would have suggested you join him. That the sloppily handwritten sign clearly stating "the end is near", the one I've seen nearly every day since moving to Redmond six months ago, was not just idle madness but an ominous prophecy.
Today, despite his unkempt appearance, I was inclined to believe him. For beside him stood seven impossible creatures that should not exist. On the curb, waiting for the number four bus to downtown, was Six brightly coloured ponies and a purple baby dragon.
My name is Taylor and my 'nothing special' day just became a whole lot more interesting.
