Oh geez, you’re not lying @Ghostwriter. That’s quite a hike. Lol. Ey, I will be down around that area pretty soon. There we can grab a bite. Lol. In fact, I will be around and about in that area for a while. And I mean a long while.
I don’t think she’s a hoe, I just think she’s just plain crazy. She’s probably insecure to a degree that you would want to kill somebody. Maybe she got tired of being rejected. I mean why would you want to kill somebody over sex, what’s the motive behind that shit? Even if she was a sex addict, she would easily get laid anyways because she’s a woman. Unless she’s so ugly as hell, that she has the kill somebody to get some. I would say the same thing if it was a male.
When I went to go visit my friend I saw a shadow from the corner of my eye. Running from one hallway to the other. I thought that my friend wanted to sneak up behind me and scare me. So I finished taking off my shoes quietly, thinking my friend was waiting around the corner listening to my footsteps get closer and then she’s was gonna pop out and scare me.
So the joke’s on her because I’m going to be the one scaring her instead. So I walked quietly to that corner and was going to scare her instead lol So there I am, closer and quietly to the corner. I was gonna scream, “BOO!” but there was no one there. Nothing. She was just in a different room. Jokes on me trying to play it off.
So that was strange. So I ransacked the place thinking there might be another person hiding in the shower or in the closet or something. But no one.
I know I saw someone run when I was taking off my shoes.
Or maybe it’s just your eyelashes playing with your eyes
I have read this book from end to end and reread it after I finish so, so many time. It is such a wonderful book about class systems as wonderfully depicting through the restaurant industry in Paris.
This book will make you humble(value humility) and make you appreciate the little things you have in life. I’m already a humble person to begin with. My favorite T.V. show is the 50’s classic ‘The Honeymooners’
Our main character in the book eventually makes it out of Paris and into London where he spends the rest of his time going from one shelter to the next eating hard bread and drinking cold coffee or tea while sleeping on hard concrete floor as a vagrant out of house and home.
One of George Orwell’s best and my favorite of his. I like this better than 1984.