not all that sweet nothings
OK, so I really have nothing interesting to say except that I am sick of looking at my own face. Even if I can't run away from it.
Something has to drastically change. It might be my hair. It might be a back tat. Only time will tell.
I wish I had bigger and better ovaries. Ones that enabled me to be a winter biker. Or maybe just better winter gear. The whole bus thing is getting really boring. Plus I like my egg crate basket.
It is still unclear when I will stop procrastinating, actually crack open a text book, and face the reality of this semester. But that is definitely not going to be today.
everyone's truly,
Complainy McCrabberson.
Something has to drastically change. It might be my hair. It might be a back tat. Only time will tell.
I wish I had bigger and better ovaries. Ones that enabled me to be a winter biker. Or maybe just better winter gear. The whole bus thing is getting really boring. Plus I like my egg crate basket.
It is still unclear when I will stop procrastinating, actually crack open a text book, and face the reality of this semester. But that is definitely not going to be today.
everyone's truly,
Complainy McCrabberson.
posted by momo at
7:02 PM
1 Comments:
oh mo mo.
sounds like you need some time at acadia.
i should be getting back to the grindstone too... so let's hook it up!.
yoga tomorrow night???
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