MEH

in a moving cow

  This specific meh is being written in a moving cow. I was running away from the city in my pink cowboy boots. I promised to stay in touch with you, in my imagination. But after mentally checking my blood pressure I calmed down. I still fear you'll be there waiting for me at the other city. Am I being a jerk? I was going to eat a crepe but I'm going to eat a soufflé. A souflelelelelelele which is the color of this other person's tie. I say person, I mean someone who doesn't actually exist. My parents are learning from me and I shall learn from a foreign man who showcased his course as a joke. I'm actually excited. I denied getting proof of my accomplishments. Just cuz. When I look out the window I see a green screen. I'm rewatching a show that I tried to get into 3 years ago. But this time I'm committed defs. Also I researched things like how and why. And what. Definitely what. This is so strange, since this is the first meh where I'm not across my computer screen, rather in the outside world. Green water comes from the green fountain and no water comes from the no fountain. Anyway, how have you been? Dear reader? I'd actually like to hear about that in the comments, If you comment. Idk who cares about me and who doesn't. I don't know if I care about me or if I don't. Where has this month of my life gone? It's been a roller coaster. But a reverse roller coaster. Where instead of going up at first you go directly down and then come up to a normal surface level and then down again and now up again. I finally photographed myself on this street that I care about. I didn't actually photograph myself, just my shoes. The cheap ones, that I don't really care about. The ones that got soaked in the water from the floor of a public bathroom. Yeah, those. I NEED WRITING COURSES. my wattpad bestie's been awol and my real life bestie is always awol. Infact, my soul has been awol too lol. My friend who says lal instead of lol has been awol as well. Gate number 5 to gluttony. Hours have passed and I am back inside the moving cow. There are times when Nutella isn't the best option. The makeup shop didn't sell any makeup. The men were replaced. I keep running into familiar strangers. Maybe I am like an apple core. I guess I can go home to be better. I guess I can go home to be worse. Atleast I'll go home to dress comfier. The types of conversations I like to have areas ones where both parties are equally involved. Even if ones just listening, both parties should have equal interest. Btw I got three new babies. Named joanne ophelia and timjamen. Lowercase intentional because I'm too lazy rn. I saw a little mouse who wanted to befriend me today. Maybe he just wanted to eat my spicy cup corn with lemon but that's debatable. But I couldn't befriend him. #saddestmomentever. I think I'm feeling better than how I felt when I started writing mehs. That's why these are more understandable... I think. I mean I did start off with sitting in a moving cow. But you get me. Of course you get me. You've known me since the first meh. That's twice as long as how long it takes me to finish an ice cream. Or more than that idk. I think I've written enough today. Should I make more mehs? I have no idea.