FOGGY VAGUE

 ON THE LAP OUT

Suddenly he thought it sinful to own or use a laptop.

You happen to have on before.

She saw you using it. And she thought it something she owns.  Even when you

know it's not.  It is mentally wrong.  And it felt like

shit. She'd be going somewhere else for someone else to 

answer her question. 

 

"Where's my laptop?  Where did it go?"

And you felt it foggy to give an answer.  Hmmm.  It wasn't

your call.  It wasn't your look out.  It wasn't your

responsibility.  It hasn't been since. And you had to

ask back. 

"Why, did you lose it, did you lost it?"

And you deemed it hypothetical.  Women.  Ladies these days.

IT SEEMS UNPROFITABLE

 Sure, sure.  I'd agree.  What were you selling again?  Food.  Wow, yeah.  I love food.  I'm a food addict.  I also am a water addict.  I drink water all the time. Sure, it's a basic need.  It's addictive,  You know?  Water.  Yeah, I love water.   Yeah.  Who does not?  I mean, yeah...who doesn't love water?  It quenches your thirst.  It refreshes you up.  It's good for the body.

Do you remember the times when your household's supply got interrupted?  Yeah, like how sometimes the water seemed nowhere to be found?  Like when it's been a day or two or even three?  And you find yourself alone in the toilet watching a soup of shit in the toilet bowl. And all you can say is "Shit! That's shit!"  And it becomes too big of a fuss, when you find yourself getting another bowel movement.  Hahaha.  Your insides creeping in.  I mean creeping out.   And all the farts in the world won't do.  And yeah.  All you thought about that day was shit.  Shit. Yeah, dump it.  

I can go on.  You know.  Everybody knows.  Everyone's got a nose.  Hehe.