I like spring because
you can drive home with the windows open while listening to the white album and
dorks in SUVs will glare at you, and you will just be tangley and stoic, or you will stick your tongue out, because ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on.
then you roll your eyes at me because I am teh cheese.
conversations today are absolute shit. I don't know what's happened. campus today smelled like a farm.
I feel clung to, and I want to shake loose. my boyfriend seriously needs more friends. and I need to be able to scream at the top of my lungs when I see fit. you know. a give and take kind of thing. real egalitarian like.
I like the first day after spring break because big jerks in red shirts give you hugs and ask you to read their short stories, and you get an essay back and it's an A and it's 60-plus degrees out and you're down with the sickness and your blue felt tip pens are multiplying exponentially.
lately I am trying too hard when all I want is to sleep. and eat. people have given me odd looks when I confessed to them that I wish I could eat in my sleep. sometimes that's all I want to do.
but these looks aren't as mystified as the ones I get when I confess that my ideal fuckpartner would be something with a penis AND breasts. I don't blush because I'm not embarrassed.
my friends are just stupid assholes.
you can drive home with the windows open while listening to the white album and
dorks in SUVs will glare at you, and you will just be tangley and stoic, or you will stick your tongue out, because ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on.
then you roll your eyes at me because I am teh cheese.
conversations today are absolute shit. I don't know what's happened. campus today smelled like a farm.
I feel clung to, and I want to shake loose. my boyfriend seriously needs more friends. and I need to be able to scream at the top of my lungs when I see fit. you know. a give and take kind of thing. real egalitarian like.
I like the first day after spring break because big jerks in red shirts give you hugs and ask you to read their short stories, and you get an essay back and it's an A and it's 60-plus degrees out and you're down with the sickness and your blue felt tip pens are multiplying exponentially.
lately I am trying too hard when all I want is to sleep. and eat. people have given me odd looks when I confessed to them that I wish I could eat in my sleep. sometimes that's all I want to do.
but these looks aren't as mystified as the ones I get when I confess that my ideal fuckpartner would be something with a penis AND breasts. I don't blush because I'm not embarrassed.
my friends are just stupid assholes.
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frankmask:
Sorry, but no. Tonight equals doings of Frank homework, goings of Frank to class, etc.
frankmask:
What? Yes. I am entirely dead. I shot myself in the toe with an RPG.