My Go To Responses For "how Are You?"

My go to responses for "how are you?"

"I'm functioning"

"Alive"

"Slowly dying"

"Breathing"

"I'm here." (Mainly used when arriving to work)

"huh."

"Let me run the numbers."

"Can I get back to you on that?"

"I'm the weather is nice."

"I'm no longer crying. The crying was fun though."

"I want to run. In a field. I want to breath the dreams in a world that feels all to big for me. I want to feel tiny looking into the vastness out there. I'm tired of the city. LET ME RUN."

"Doin alright."

"Unfortunately without my knives."

"I'm a tad parched."

"Desperate for some quality lollygagging."

"Gweeeeeeeeeeeeep. Scoooooooooorbonoxious. Crombolonious."

"I don't know."

Every freakin day.

I hate reading something that I know would change 94% of American's lives for the better (a wonderful way to approach thought and existence) - but it's 5 pages of semi-dense stuff and it just can't compete with Mr. Beast spear hunting a bunch of broke people.

I was looking for this.

Stuck in my memory.

This is she.

Beautiful.

how is that pooh bear tv i miss her sm

she’s good, she’s exclusively used for playing vintage gay porn while i cook

The problem w writing fiction is that you'll be like tee-hee I'm going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that's got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again

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