FUCK.
I just watched You and Me and Everyone We Know a few days ago. And all I keep thinking about is the part where she angrily scribbles "FUCK" on her windshield. Because I want to write the word "FUCK" on every square inch of my apartment. Yes, my apartment, when I should be in fucking Tuscon right now. I missed my goddamn flight because of the stupid piece of shit bus system. I have replacement tickets for tomorrow night, but the weather tomorrow is exactly what you do NOT want it to be when you're flying. "Wintry mix" all day, that is, of course, until the time my flight is supposed to leave, when it turns into "Heavy snow."
If I am left to ferment in this goddamn apartment all spring break, snowed in with Giles coughing in the next room when I am SUPPOSED to be laying in the sun with my iPod and a good book, I may attempt suicide.
If I am left to ferment in this goddamn apartment all spring break, snowed in with Giles coughing in the next room when I am SUPPOSED to be laying in the sun with my iPod and a good book, I may attempt suicide.