there is something i must confide.
i just reached into the top drawer of my desk to pull a rubber band from the tangled mess that spoils it for the rest of the stationery
and the first one i picked out was the same one i had nonchalantly scissored in half hours ago.
if you could see the state of my top drawer, you would understand the odds against this happening.
incidents such as this can be chilling for a man to whom office paraphernalia is as familar as a knife and fork.
i just reached into the top drawer of my desk to pull a rubber band from the tangled mess that spoils it for the rest of the stationery
and the first one i picked out was the same one i had nonchalantly scissored in half hours ago.
if you could see the state of my top drawer, you would understand the odds against this happening.
incidents such as this can be chilling for a man to whom office paraphernalia is as familar as a knife and fork.
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I'm thinking maybe it's better this way, without fucked up obligations and expectations. I'm thinking it's all going to be okay. I'm thinking I like it, a lot.
(I'm also thinking that I wish I could use my own computer, and not my roommate's. Gosh.)
(He spent the night again last night. I'm floating.)