NOooo...!
Dear College Website,
Why must you take joy in tormenting me? For an entire week, I've awaited the results of my labors over the past semester, and then, after completely blanking that grades had been posted on Friday, I hurry off to check you. And you're crashed. Completely. Utterly. Indefinitely. Crashed.
I'd tell you to die like the miserable piece of SatanShit that you are, but you've seemed to have taken care of that yourself.
Love,
Mateem.
I've hit a creative flux that is both joyous and overwhelming at the same time. I've bought a bucket-o-chalk tonight, and sat out on the driveway drawing on the pavement by the porch lights, just like I used to as a kid. Only this time I have more than neon pink, neon yellow and neon blue. And I like to think that the results look at least a little better now.
I lost my watch on Thursday and after a futile ripping apart of the house it has yet to turn up, so I had to get another watch along with Bucket-o-Chalk. I'm not as fond of this one's wristband as the other's but I have to admit I like the clock face better.
My new manager is my ex's mom.
Awkwardness ensues.
I thought this sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen in places with populations beyond 3 million.
Why must you take joy in tormenting me? For an entire week, I've awaited the results of my labors over the past semester, and then, after completely blanking that grades had been posted on Friday, I hurry off to check you. And you're crashed. Completely. Utterly. Indefinitely. Crashed.
I'd tell you to die like the miserable piece of SatanShit that you are, but you've seemed to have taken care of that yourself.
Love,
Mateem.
I've hit a creative flux that is both joyous and overwhelming at the same time. I've bought a bucket-o-chalk tonight, and sat out on the driveway drawing on the pavement by the porch lights, just like I used to as a kid. Only this time I have more than neon pink, neon yellow and neon blue. And I like to think that the results look at least a little better now.
I lost my watch on Thursday and after a futile ripping apart of the house it has yet to turn up, so I had to get another watch along with Bucket-o-Chalk. I'm not as fond of this one's wristband as the other's but I have to admit I like the clock face better.
My new manager is my ex's mom.
Awkwardness ensues.
I thought this sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen in places with populations beyond 3 million.