"Look how they massacred my boy."
It's so quiet around here. I have had more than enough time to think and upset myself. I'm ready for everyone to come back and for there to be some sort of excitement, even if it only involves going to Bartol. I can't believe Jenn won't be coming back, won't be living down the hall from me and annoying me by always being on fucking Skype, but at least she's there. It's going to be a difficult semester for so many reasons, and not having a reliable support system is going to be one of them.
I've been working at the bookstore, which can actually be quite enjoyable. Of course, I'm not getting paid for three fucking weeks, so I don't know what I'm going to do. Awesome.
That phone conversation last night was really just wheat I needed. Thank you.
I've been working at the bookstore, which can actually be quite enjoyable. Of course, I'm not getting paid for three fucking weeks, so I don't know what I'm going to do. Awesome.
That phone conversation last night was really just wheat I needed. Thank you.