The daily life of an iin'er. iin?

You listen to Queen ... nude.

"Who the fuck is this girl beside me?" I mumble as I look to my left.

I imagine your day is filled with giggles and sweet smiles, nice walks in the sunshine and beautiful scenery. And sleepless nights. And hippie festivals. And fat lazy cats.

But I kinda cheated :P

You quickly look outside your window to see a large, jolly man in his lucky undies dancing under a street light.
"What," you say "Am I not invited?"
Off you go, throwing on your rain coat and boots, forgetting your own pants.
Upon spotting you, the elder man startles and hastily skitters away.
"Wait, come back!" you cry. "You forgot your umbrella!"
But alas he is gone. And there you sit, heavy hearted, hoping for the mans return.

Oh, come on. Those are amazing sock puppet shows you put together. I love the one with the eye patch...arrrg!

You went through your morning routine, passed $10 (AUD) to the pan-handler as you struck out for the day, and with some kind words, made him feel worthwhile...sending him down a path of self-reliance. Investing your donation, leading to his prosperity.

...yeah...you're that good ;)

However, you appear to be the only person who read the whole story and knew what the person posting it was asking. Credit to you.

The OP is also a street performer. Having started as a human statue (s)he quickly worked his/her way up to mime and then on to more interactive acts. Although his/her flame juggling was a real crowd pleaser, (s)he found him/herself in trouble with the law a few too many times. And then there was the face painting fiasco of 2010. Who knew people would object to a penis graphic on the face. Today, (s)he plans to test out some roller skating skills.

I thought it was a great question and I'm sad that people didn't read and/or understand it. It's often the case on IIN and in real life that people look around at what others are doing and then do the same, as opposed to thinking about the idea that has been presented them in black and white. They react to each other, not the question.

I wish people would have thought about the words of this before they answered. It seemed very plain to me. Difficult to misinterpret. But such is life.

Don't give up. I really did think it's one of the best questions I've ever seen here.

Wake up, do coursework, go home, eat, sleep ect

Wail about Wales through the medium of Whale song? You would make a good Whale.

OOOHOOAAERRRRWOOOOOOAAAAOOAOOOOOOOOOEEEEE!

*knock knock* *you open door*
its me with a box of chocolates!!
"how ya doin? =D" i ask

But secretely, miss banana is roaming the neighborhood rearranging patio furniture and moving doormats.

That's what you call your illegal shenanigans involving burly bitches mud wrestling to the death. But that's not mud :/

Forgot to fap in shower to shuggah

Missed the bus and went back home.

Oh you wagged school and played videogames instead while saying "school is for chumps".

Then you wake up.

thumbs up :D

They thank you for the small amount of time they get to see you.

I imagine that you are laying in a hospital bed and get daily visits from friends and family often. You take your computer/phone almost everywhere with you. Wait...What even is insomnia?!

You spend your days pulling taffy to take with you for those long nights giving pedicures and changing colostomy bags in the geriatric wing of the hospital...you hate yourself for not having a sugar daddy to pay your bills but, oh sorry i just puked.

I reset my alarm... to find out I was 5 hours late for work, as I woke from my doze and quickly jolted in frenzy on the way to work. I sadly showed up to work only to figure out I was to get fired on the spot... (2 months later)
I was on the street, homeless, my wife had left me and shortly my dog soon ran away from me. I was alone and had nothing..., yet as the thunderstorm roared outside again so did something else... to be continued. (someone finish the rest for me, thank you.)

...you peer through the bars on the little window on your door, trying to glimpse down the hallway at the nice people in white overcoats...only to realize that the laughter you heard was from their realization that they forgot to convert metric to standard on your Thorazine dose...

You fall face-down on the sidewalk out front, and awaken hours later to the neighbor's dog licking your face...

the lack of sleep consumes you and you fall to the floor.

Being fantastic comes at a price you hear faintly.

You suddenly wake up and stand around trying to be fantastic but it seems someone has stolen your mojo.

You set out on a quest to recover your mojo but you cant be bothered.

And that is so kind of you to deliver those pot brownies to the old folks home.

I'm guessing you dug out some old Accept L.P.s...blew the needle off and jammed to "Balls to the Wall."

...like a true metal head...like me.

That's what you do with those black market human organs!?