Note to self: Next time I pick my jacket off a pile of laundry, check to make sure there's not a thong stuck to it. So you don't drop your thong in the library parking lot, come out thirty minutes later, think "Who the fuck dropped a thong near my c-- oh shit" and then be embarrassed and self-conscious the rest of the day ( Read more... )

I am such a horrible, terrible, awful procrastinator. Huuuuurg. Why do I think I'm going to get into college if I can't even man up and get one stupid essay done? It's just five pages. I should just be able to vomit that out right now, but I've only got one sentence. It hardly counts as a sentence, it's one fragment. I am notorious for fragments. ( Read more... )