Today
So today I was in using the stall in the college. It was bounded by two cinder block walls and the wall of a stall. On the stall's wall was, presumably, dried boogers. Underneath them was an arrow pointing up saying "You don't have a girlfriend, do you?". At first, I smiled, thinking it was rather funny, then I remembered that I don't have a girlfriend either. I instantly wanted to punch the cinder block wall, because in the end, it's the wall's fault.
Every hour wounds
The last one kills.
Other people's crap smells so much worse than your own. Even my worst-smelling stuff never smells as bad as someone else's poop. I wonder why that is, what do they do differently?
I love and hate this place every day. I think what I like best is that I don't see Elena around any more, it feels like she breaks my heart all over again every time I see her.
1984: A harrowing tale of a future where disco music was never created. How did things get this bad? Who is to blame?
I saw a Sean Paul video today. It hurt my brain. People in Jamaica don't actually talk or dance like that, do they?
I'd like to think that I'm not always this depressed sounding, just contemplative.
Today. Sorry. Disjointed.
Every hour wounds
The last one kills.
Other people's crap smells so much worse than your own. Even my worst-smelling stuff never smells as bad as someone else's poop. I wonder why that is, what do they do differently?
I love and hate this place every day. I think what I like best is that I don't see Elena around any more, it feels like she breaks my heart all over again every time I see her.
1984: A harrowing tale of a future where disco music was never created. How did things get this bad? Who is to blame?
I saw a Sean Paul video today. It hurt my brain. People in Jamaica don't actually talk or dance like that, do they?
I'd like to think that I'm not always this depressed sounding, just contemplative.
Today. Sorry. Disjointed.