We cleaned our room yesterday, put our rug outside in the hall, and then left it there overnight, because just like everything else, we just do not give a fuck. Needless to say it went missing.
Alright let me ask you this, tell me if you think this is creative. When I was five, I imagined that there was such a thing as a unicorn. And this was before I had even heard of one, or seen one. I just drew a picture, of a horse, that could fly over rainbows, and a had a huge spike in its head. I was five! Five-years-old. Couldn’t even talk yet.