+ drywall nightmare 52 +
SERIOUSLY. WHY AM I A CRIMINAL JUSTICE MAJOR?! MAN. FUCK THIS NOISE. LITERARY JUSTICE? OKAY.
EDIT: CREATIVE WRITING? IS A PAIN.
every day, I sit
and contemplate my breakfast--
why can't I explode?
Initially, I
thought you'd have some kind of growth
spurt. Shrinking yet?
last night, I tripped on
a stack of books and dirty
clothes. Motherfucker.
the fuck is it so
goddamn hot in this business?
Maybe it's just me.
My guitar and I
like to lay in bed and make-
out with power chords.
No, seriously--why the fuck wasn't I scheduled today? I think I mighta messed up the order of everything by asking for those two days off. But even if they're nuts, they're all I got left. I owe her.
EDIT: CREATIVE WRITING? IS A PAIN.
every day, I sit
and contemplate my breakfast--
why can't I explode?
Initially, I
thought you'd have some kind of growth
spurt. Shrinking yet?
last night, I tripped on
a stack of books and dirty
clothes. Motherfucker.
the fuck is it so
goddamn hot in this business?
Maybe it's just me.
My guitar and I
like to lay in bed and make-
out with power chords.
No, seriously--why the fuck wasn't I scheduled today? I think I mighta messed up the order of everything by asking for those two days off. But even if they're nuts, they're all I got left. I owe her.