hollow
so i goes to webster today (on my bike in a skirt and tights, choice decision number one) and thens i realize i forgot my bike lock in jeff city. so i just kinda put it by all the other bikes and put a curved-leaf-less twig on it so it kinda looks like a chain.
then i sit down at a computer and type in www.g (to check my gmail) and lots of different addresses for www.gay.com come up. (chatrooms, pictures, etc) o webster.
you know, i don't like the question "so how was it?" i feel guilty if i brag about all the awesomeness, and i feel bitchy if i describe how hard it was. plus, you know, i had two abroad experiences since i last saw most everybody, so, yea, no one can relate or understand. see? i feel bad about this right here. it's more just my tea digesting so quickly though.
it's good to be back but i gots one foot out tha door.
in other events. i started working, and tips are like candy in the form of money,
and i roasted marshmellows over my vanilla candle tonight.
then i sit down at a computer and type in www.g (to check my gmail) and lots of different addresses for www.gay.com come up. (chatrooms, pictures, etc) o webster.
you know, i don't like the question "so how was it?" i feel guilty if i brag about all the awesomeness, and i feel bitchy if i describe how hard it was. plus, you know, i had two abroad experiences since i last saw most everybody, so, yea, no one can relate or understand. see? i feel bad about this right here. it's more just my tea digesting so quickly though.
it's good to be back but i gots one foot out tha door.
in other events. i started working, and tips are like candy in the form of money,
and i roasted marshmellows over my vanilla candle tonight.