Sarah Sudiacal

Did you ever have loose buttons on your shirt that you did not bother to sew? Or a button that completely fell out of it and you still keep in your drawer, swearing that you'll sew it on when you have the time? But you never had the time? Or maybe it wasn't that important. If it wasn't, then why do you still hold on to that button you have no plans of sewing on? Sometimes I wish dreams were just like loose buttons. Actually, more than sometimes. I was planning to just gather a bunch of words then sweep it to the side. But here I am, making another paragraph. I wanted this to be like one of Chuck Lorre's vanity cards at the end of every Big Bang Theory episode. I swear I looked like a foolishly awestruck kid discovering pizza for the first time. But instead of pizza, it was a vanity card and instead of a foolishly awestruck kid, it was a foolishly awestruck me. I will not edit this, by the way, so forgive me -- for not saying sorry. Where were we? Loose buttons, yes, those bleeping bleep of a bleep loose buttons. Can we just sew our lives together? We are a handful of mushy macaroni mess and we think that it's better to leave it to dry so it'll be easier to clean later. But we are not macaroni and we cannot just wipe our mess up. Whatever your excuses are, they are valid! Don't let other people tell you otherwise. But in the same way, don't let them say the word "Bazinga!" before you get your bleep together. Locate those loose buttons and decide. If you're going to sew it back on, then good for you and uh, DO IT NOW! But if you decide that it's not worth fixing and you're on your way to buy a new shirt, that's fine too. Just please, don't keep your buttons loose.