Bucket List

Walking out of the hospital, she hangs her head.
"Only an hour to live...", She thinks to herself.
Slowly she pulls out a crumpled paper from her old unwashed jeans. Glancing through the points, she stops and smiles. "Ah yes." She says out loud. "It's perfect.'
After reaching the sidewalk, she hails a private hire.
"Bodleian Library please."
Upon arriving she walks through the big doors, and walks towards the lift.
"1,2,3...ah 3...a nice number i say." she mumbles happily to herself.
As she walks out of the lift she begins to look around for a fit bloke. Well any bloke really, it wasn't like she was looking for one to shag.
Eventually she comes across one who looks suitable.
"Hey, how are you?" She asks in a polite tone.
"Hiya." he replied.
"You know if there's a bobby near?"
"I can't imagine there is, why?"
She smiled, as her plan began to fall into place. Her idea was truly brilliant. Well, it was better then sniffing charlie, and smoking ciggies. She was determined to cop it, and nothing would get in her way.
"No reason" She said, gaining his trust.
"You OK? You look like you're Dicky?" the boy asked, worried.
"Yeah well, I'm not faced, or barmy, but you might think so in a few minutes."
"Why?"
"Well..." standing up, she knocked the boy off his chair, and apparently his rocker too.
"What was that for?" he asked, frustrated and in a small amount of pain.
"Aren't you gonna hit back?" she asked, as if to wind him up.
Soon, the poor bloke was lying done over on the floor. She had just started a ruck in the library, and she wasn't even ramped, just dying.
Soon a bobby arrived to see the poor boy lying on the floor. She was going to have to duck and dive, there was no way on her last day living she'd get arrested. Quickly, she ran up to the bobby, snogged him, and ran off while he stood there confused, and slightly delighted.

Looking to her list, she smiled and pulled out a pen.

"Start a brawl in the library... CHECK!" She said, with a giant grin on her face as she left the premises.

Good Samaritan

Walking into the room i notice you sitting there. You look lonely and sad, and i wish there was something i could do. I could buy you a treat, but i don't know what you like. I could take you for walk, but i don't know if you would do it. I'd walk up and just say hi, but i don't know how you would respond. Are you sick, or maybe you just lost something, or were lost. Are you even worth all of this thought. I mean I'll probably never see you again. I wish i could help you, i wish i could bring you places and help you enjoy your life. If it helps, I'll probably end up thinking about you all night. Oh, here comes someone who could help.

"Hey mom, come here for a second."
"Look over there, look at how helpless he looks. Can we bring him with us... PLEASE!!!"
"Yes, thank you so much mum, I'll feed him, and take him on walks...my very own dog, wow!"

note to self

Angry? ANGRY!!! At me? who are you? you have no reason to be like that. What did I ever do to you. I've helped you in everyway possible, and all you can do is get angry At me because I spent my night talking to someone who wasn't you. How does that make sense? I'm Sony if you've jealous that I talk to other people, but I'm not all yours. You're like an overprotective boyfriend, I'm not your china doll, and I'm not your pet. A little freedom might be nice. After all we're just friends... right?


Ughhh.. Why is that so hard to Say to his face? Why is it so hard to speak my mind to my best friend?

whatever, if he really cared, he'd talk to me about it, he'd try to make things better. It's not worth my time if it's not worth his... but then why do I still feel like I Should talk to him?

Dear Angel on my shoulder, Please shut up, I'd really rather not have a conscience at the moment

Sincerely, yours truly.