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so i'm over in caitlin's room after having bummed money off her for dinner, and now using her internet. because apparently mine still doesn't work. i think i might go crazy, because...you know...i live for the internet. no, really.
and i take things too personally and obsess over them all day and twitch around at the psychiatrist's office. and my wrist is still jingling and it's driving me a teeny bit crazy, but i don't mind. i'll live.
i love sweatpants. fuck dressing up, i'm wearing them forever. and i also love our dean of students--he really likes me, apparently. he asked me today if i'm a smoker ("no, me, smoke, what?") and then he said, "well, you know, i don't want to catch you if you are." damn.
and i take things too personally and obsess over them all day and twitch around at the psychiatrist's office. and my wrist is still jingling and it's driving me a teeny bit crazy, but i don't mind. i'll live.
i love sweatpants. fuck dressing up, i'm wearing them forever. and i also love our dean of students--he really likes me, apparently. he asked me today if i'm a smoker ("no, me, smoke, what?") and then he said, "well, you know, i don't want to catch you if you are." damn.