Valentimes.
It's 7:09 in the morning, I am finishing this writing piece, stressed to the core of my being. Dressed in nothing more than pseudo-boxer shorts and a ripped and hole-y punk shirt, with bed-hair and puffy eyes, soaking up coffee and cigarettes through my skin. In thirty minutes, I'm going to take a shower and flying to school where I can be stressed some more. But at least I can look well-composed while I stress away.
Who should come a-knocking on my chamber door at 7:09 in the fucking morning, looking well-bathed and groomed, with flowers and a box of krispy kremes.
Goddamn it, boy. Valentines doesn't give you an excuse to catch me in my Oscar the Grouch moments!
♥
EDIT Looked into the donut box. Heart-shaped donuts. Comes in three flavors.
Also,
Who should come a-knocking on my chamber door at 7:09 in the fucking morning, looking well-bathed and groomed, with flowers and a box of krispy kremes.
Goddamn it, boy. Valentines doesn't give you an excuse to catch me in my Oscar the Grouch moments!
♥
EDIT Looked into the donut box. Heart-shaped donuts. Comes in three flavors.
Also,
