This is a very common crisis
To do list:
Call doctor. Shitting blood still 4 wks after an int'l trip is crappy.
Call car doctor. The vehicle spasms are crappy.
Call AU. They apparently think I'm deferring which is a problem.
Call my grandfathers.
Call my great aunt.
Ride the Red Pony.
Give tours?
Remind Maniates that I love him
Regret Nothing
Don't dream
Get warm.
I'm considering graduate schools abroad...I don't want to spend an extra minute in this country. I have to consider Pony, of course, because there's no way he's going back There, but I'm pretty sure that if I was covering his costs, Caitlin wouldn't say no. heehee. Besides, I'd rather have a cool accent, live abroad, and never come back here. Do you think CK would ship to Scotland though?
The British terrorist attacks have me rattled. I woke up crying last night.
Dear Terrorists,
fuck you. Go blow up your own people and see how they like it.
Love,
Everyone of all cultures and all religions
Finding blanket. Going to sleep.
(I am proud that I have stood on my own two feet.)
It bothers me that PostSecret hasn't been updated.
work is amusing.
yes. okay. done. blabbering. literally sitting here and hoping to get an email from someone but i know i won't. i have the arctic monkeys stuck in my head.
Call doctor. Shitting blood still 4 wks after an int'l trip is crappy.
Call car doctor. The vehicle spasms are crappy.
Call AU. They apparently think I'm deferring which is a problem.
Call my grandfathers.
Call my great aunt.
Ride the Red Pony.
Give tours?
Remind Maniates that I love him
Regret Nothing
Don't dream
Get warm.
I'm considering graduate schools abroad...I don't want to spend an extra minute in this country. I have to consider Pony, of course, because there's no way he's going back There, but I'm pretty sure that if I was covering his costs, Caitlin wouldn't say no. heehee. Besides, I'd rather have a cool accent, live abroad, and never come back here. Do you think CK would ship to Scotland though?
The British terrorist attacks have me rattled. I woke up crying last night.
Dear Terrorists,
fuck you. Go blow up your own people and see how they like it.
Love,
Everyone of all cultures and all religions
Finding blanket. Going to sleep.
(I am proud that I have stood on my own two feet.)
It bothers me that PostSecret hasn't been updated.
work is amusing.
yes. okay. done. blabbering. literally sitting here and hoping to get an email from someone but i know i won't. i have the arctic monkeys stuck in my head.