free of anything fancy
Here are the details of my dull life:
I despire the public transit system.
Pam and I cannot share anything, espescially a car.
Pam told my father that her friend of five years had recently come out of the closet, leading to a heated debate about the ethics of homosexuality over Chinese food.
My bite has settled; it doesn't matter that I haven't worn my retainer in six months. My mother thinks the orthodontist is full of shit and I lack the self-discipline to wear my retainer... or study.
I have to open my store on Sunday morning, which means I may still be intoxicated from the night before when I go into work.
University auditions scare me (I'll so offend to make offense a skill/ Redeeming time when men think least I will).
Yesterday Brian drove Eric's van because he was coked out.
I have a cold sore that hurts... don't understand how I can have a cold sore and no cold.
Last night I watched Love's Labours Lost The Musical again, and still hated it.
And school is dumb.
I despire the public transit system.
Pam and I cannot share anything, espescially a car.
Pam told my father that her friend of five years had recently come out of the closet, leading to a heated debate about the ethics of homosexuality over Chinese food.
My bite has settled; it doesn't matter that I haven't worn my retainer in six months. My mother thinks the orthodontist is full of shit and I lack the self-discipline to wear my retainer... or study.
I have to open my store on Sunday morning, which means I may still be intoxicated from the night before when I go into work.
University auditions scare me (I'll so offend to make offense a skill/ Redeeming time when men think least I will).
Yesterday Brian drove Eric's van because he was coked out.
I have a cold sore that hurts... don't understand how I can have a cold sore and no cold.
Last night I watched Love's Labours Lost The Musical again, and still hated it.
And school is dumb.