My perfect day would be waking up because my ex-girlfriend called me at about 11 am. It'd be summertime. She'd drive over, and we'd walk to the elementary school and smoke some weed in the playground together. I wouldn't get tired from it later though. We'd go to my high school's pond and talk about things, and we'd talk about how perfect we are for each other, and how perfect we both are in general. How she finally realized I'm right about whatever. We'd lay down on the grass and make love, and she'd tell me she loved me again, and I would reciprocate. Then I'd bite her neck with my sharp teeth and drink her blood until I was pretty sure I'd get sick, and I'd lay her to rest in the pond. She'd go to the bottom instead of floating like a normal body.
Then I'd drive a couple hours to the town where my other ex lives, and not that I'm mad at her, because I'm not, but I'd blow it up. Just blow it all up. Pacman Jones would be in a million pieces. I'd teleport myself to my home, and walk half a mile up to a quarry on this mountain I live by. I'd crawl into one of the caves, seal myself in a metal coffin, and blow up the mountain as I fell into an unending slumber. If I ever wake up I'd better have an enemy to challenge me.
