kyd

here's the story of my life...

i'm late for my 9 am, but i know i must stop for some sort of sugary, caffeine goodness. the damn contrary pop machine spits my dollar back out, i frantically scuttle over to the twinkie dispenser to get some change, back over to the pop machine. eats all four quarters. why did i continue to put quarters in, even after the first one didn't take? i have issues with winning.

i'm sitting in class, dr. pepper less, convincing myself that no matter what i do to the machine, it will never feel pain, when i get a craving. i rarely get cravings for things. at 9 am, i wanted a motherfucking cheeseburger.

it's 6 pm and i still want a cheeseburger.

however, the pop machine ate my last dollar.

is my cat weird because she carries around a pink shoestring and "talks" to it?