something i've written

[end_of_lamancha]

"our wet, recently shampooed hair made damp halos on the bedsheets. we held hands and intertwinted our legs lying on the bed quietly talking about stories that made us laugh. the sunlight from the window warmed the air in the room and dried the skin on our arms and legs."
by me

wake wake wake up. with a laugh. "you giving me shit, we gotta duel"
quiet morning, same old morning.

"see you later"
"yeah, i got class. i'll be home on my break"

"what do you want from mcdonalds?"
"get me the mother fucking, the mother fucking...uhh...fuck...the mother fucking...you know what, just get me a big mac."

class:1235-335

drive on home, kind of excited...

one hundred years of solitude-five pages

nhathy, nene, sean, conversation: tu's departure maybe, who gets the room? maybe the other sean? he will hotbox in the batcave all day long

school pt 2
text: srry, i'm really tired. can we hang out wednesday? i promise we'll have fun
reply: okay. it's no big deal

later text: so what did you eat?
me: nothing. lost my appetite.
text: is it because i'm not coming over? i'll get something to eat with you, it's okay, i napped so i feel a lot better now.
me: no it's okay, i had a big lunch. i'll just see you wednesday
text, me: good night

explosions in the sky, eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

a conversation with friendship

the coach will be like a fox in a henhouse...good luck with the truth

the.end.