i fought the war, but the war won't stop for the love of god
i'm doing this collage for psychology. i'm supposed to collect clippings/pictures etc. that represent me. and so, naturally, i go about looking for the things that appeal to me and i like. and i put them together. and lo and behold, i look at it and feel uneasy. it's nice. but it's not me. it doesn't represent me at all. so. i think i'm fucked. i can turn in a lie, or i can start over. bleh.
my uncle is lending me his 8 millimeter camera. it's ancient, but i need the experience. a camera is a camera right.
still no word from coldstone. can you at least call me and tell me i'm not hired so i can move on and abandon hope? thanks fuckwads.
p.s. if for some freakish reason i do get the job, i <3 coldstone.
my uncle is lending me his 8 millimeter camera. it's ancient, but i need the experience. a camera is a camera right.
still no word from coldstone. can you at least call me and tell me i'm not hired so i can move on and abandon hope? thanks fuckwads.
p.s. if for some freakish reason i do get the job, i <3 coldstone.