Explosive Thinking

 

I just want to play all day long I don't care if I have things to do like the dishes and putting away all my shoes because I want to throw a frisbee in the air and watch it glide because it's pretty and simple and I like looking at it even if the floors need to be swiffered upstairs. I want to do it with you.

My closest is huge but still it's exploding and I can't shut the drawers to my dressers and I know that when summer is here I'll be wanting to go to the nifty stores downtown that sell second hand things with an iced latte from a cool no name cafe and I'll be consumed by the colors and nothing will stop me from buying the things I know will make me happy. I have a big problem