I dreamed a highway back to you.
I cannot wait to get back to school. I'm more than ready to trade my habits of procrastination, bitterness, and lethargy for insomnia, drunkenness, and an obsessive patronage to Judge Brown Courthouse Justice.
Kansas was, as expected: Kansas. The whole fucking state looks like a scrapped knee. Leavenworth County Pen had its bi-monthly convict escape. The car had a flat tire and service light emergency, my brother in law had a homophobic outbreak which sent me to the bathroom to vomit because I didn't know what to say to him, i pulled the phone cord out of the wall, did a fuck-load of dishes, and woke up to my sister crying one morning. But there is a silver lining: I did not get thrown up on. Babies are too perfect for words.
I need to pack, watch the news, shave my legs, get a hobby, return my phone calls, and stave off the eventual blowout my mother and I are doomed to come to.
Oh yeah...and I'm 19. Whatever.
Kansas was, as expected: Kansas. The whole fucking state looks like a scrapped knee. Leavenworth County Pen had its bi-monthly convict escape. The car had a flat tire and service light emergency, my brother in law had a homophobic outbreak which sent me to the bathroom to vomit because I didn't know what to say to him, i pulled the phone cord out of the wall, did a fuck-load of dishes, and woke up to my sister crying one morning. But there is a silver lining: I did not get thrown up on. Babies are too perfect for words.
I need to pack, watch the news, shave my legs, get a hobby, return my phone calls, and stave off the eventual blowout my mother and I are doomed to come to.
Oh yeah...and I'm 19. Whatever.