well then, i shall update you right now: i am in love...ok lust...with three guys, two of whom are drug addicts and one of whom i think may be gay and if not, thinks of me as that girl who tried to stares him down wherever he goes. on top of being drug addicts, one of them has some sort of serious mental issue that makes him call people by the names alex and sarah and randomly stoop down to pick a handfull of leaves from a bush just to hold them, and the other one saw me fall into a trash can. i have three tests and one project due tomorrow and ive been stressing over them the entire night so about five minutes ago i sat myself down in the middle of my room with a little budah and insence and read almost my entire science book aloud, then thought of what the words might be in french and math terms. i was in the middle of pretending to be productive until i heard the wonderful sound proclaiming that i, in fact, have mail. I am now sitting in boxers and a nation fuck bush te-shirt with my hair in a wet side ponitail completely wasting my time by telling my life story while my brain completely deletes all the information i just slammed into my brain out of it forever. and i really want a penut butter jelly sandwitch, BUT WE HAVE NO GOD DAMN PENUT BUTTER.
i am in love...ok lust...with three guys, two of whom are drug addicts and one of whom i think may be gay and if not, thinks of me as that girl who tried to stares him down wherever he goes. on top of being drug addicts, one of them has some sort of serious mental issue that makes him call people by the names alex and sarah and randomly stoop down to pick a handfull of leaves from a bush just to hold them, and the other one saw me fall into a trash can. i have three tests and one project due tomorrow and ive been stressing over them the entire night so about five minutes ago i sat myself down in the middle of my room with a little budah and insence and read almost my entire science book aloud, then thought of what the words might be in french and math terms. i was in the middle of pretending to be productive until i heard the wonderful sound proclaiming that i, in fact, have mail. I am now sitting in boxers and a nation fuck bush te-shirt with my hair in a wet side ponitail completely wasting my time by telling my life story while my brain completely deletes all the information i just slammed into my brain out of it forever. and i really want a penut butter jelly sandwitch, BUT WE HAVE NO GOD DAMN PENUT BUTTER.
thank you.
love,
katie.
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PS: notice the speed in which i reply? obviouslly, i am concentrating oh so hard on my studies...
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