Mine kept in mind too many things.
I fucking hate Kate Chopin. I'm sorry if she's your literary sex slave and this comes as an insult, but I swear to god if I had a gun and a time machine... I just spent the last three days analyzing Shakespeare's "Sonnet 73" and now I have "Desiree's Baby" to deal with. Fuck! I'm beginning to dislike English and that's just sad.
I've been listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs all day, and for some reason, only have the desire to make out with a black haired chick or put on boots and fuck shit up. I thought I was too old for angst, but this weekend I cut off my hairs and fell in love with safety pins. I think I should be concerned, but I don't care.
Well... I should get back to work; I think I'm going to write my summary analysis on how all I got out the story was a need to hurt inanimate objects
I've been listening to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs all day, and for some reason, only have the desire to make out with a black haired chick or put on boots and fuck shit up. I thought I was too old for angst, but this weekend I cut off my hairs and fell in love with safety pins. I think I should be concerned, but I don't care.
Well... I should get back to work; I think I'm going to write my summary analysis on how all I got out the story was a need to hurt inanimate objects