You have 30 seconds., FIRE! FIRE! |
You have 30 seconds., FIRE! FIRE! |
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I have this weird daydream every now and then in which my house catches on fire and I have just thirty seconds to grab my precious belongings and go, go, go. And really, it scares the hell out of me. I'd be sitting there, daydreaming, and my heart would be racing because I cannot think of what I'd bring, because I know that if it really were to happen, I probably won't be thinking, just reacting.
So in my head, I sort of have a plan (Can anyone say influenced-by-Worst-Case-Scenario-books?), I'd make sure my family will be safe, then I would grab my biiig red Hello Kitty blanket and a huge bag of my collection of stuffed animals who's most recent addition was just a couple of years ago. The iPod, the schoolthings, the cell phone, etc. - all replacable. But in my head, I'm just scared they will be the first things I reach for because sometimes, sadly, they're the things I value most. |
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*Intercourse.* |
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I've always thought about this. I've always had a storage bin that has stuff in it and I could just dumb stuff in it and then throw it out my window
![]() I always have my cell phone on me so that wouldn't be a real problem. I would grab my panda and toytle which were given to me by Josh and all my other stuffed animals. At least as many I could dumb in the thing. Then probably my laptop. That's all I could probably manage to get. |
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