how to ward off unwanted strangers #1

Do you know where the ducks go when the lagoon gets all icy and frozen over? This is what I usually type in autopilot when I want to pretend I’m busy writing and I can’t come up with something to write about on account of unwanted distraction. Sometimes I type this holden caulfield one-liner over and over again, and sometimes I alternate it with meaningless text like the no-brainer the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog, or what I would actually be saying aloud if I were brutally frank like, please stop chatting me up don’t you see I’m not the least bit interested in your tattoo? Or when I’m feeling depressed I repeatedly type the serenity prayer until my fingers get tired. Please grant me the serenity to accept the things I can’t change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. Now back to do you know where the ducks go when the lagoon gets all icy and frozen over? Do you know where the ducks go when the lagoon gets all icy and frozen over? Do you know where the ducks go when the lagoon gets all icy and frozen over? I hope this stalker-ish guy here gets a goddamn clue.

dance,

 

even if you have nowhere to do it in but your own living room.