vasoline, magazine, tangerine.
this was my night/day thus far.
its ten thirty, and no, i haven't gone to bed yet. (its not that easy for some of us)
i drove, then found a new diner, drank eight cups of coffee, read 18 awful stories, and two decently intriguiging ones, written by people in my creative writing class. drove. had horrible stomach pains, swung by my house. called mariss. drove to lima. was soothed. was reassured i am not a lost cause. was molested by an agressive cat named sassy. was tired. now i go to goodwill to shop away my insomnia, and maybe take a nap at home.
if you know my mom, tell her im not dead. awesome.
its ten thirty, and no, i haven't gone to bed yet. (its not that easy for some of us)
i drove, then found a new diner, drank eight cups of coffee, read 18 awful stories, and two decently intriguiging ones, written by people in my creative writing class. drove. had horrible stomach pains, swung by my house. called mariss. drove to lima. was soothed. was reassured i am not a lost cause. was molested by an agressive cat named sassy. was tired. now i go to goodwill to shop away my insomnia, and maybe take a nap at home.
if you know my mom, tell her im not dead. awesome.