Hearts+Skulls=Meriweathered Maladies
Will is sitting at the table with us. He grins and proffers his everlasting friendship in exchange for the renouncement of my alledged worship of false gods. He leans forward confidentially and, in a voice barely above a whisper, asks me if I'm a homosexual.
"*ahem* If you're gay, then my roommate's gay as well."
Sound Logic. It's hard to argue with.
Yearbooks arrived today. I'm not going to lie, but I feel that they were distastefully assembled. What were they thinking? Also, I'm wondering why half of the photos had people photoshopped in.
I almost had an adventure today. Then the car died. Plus it rained on us.
Religion is a silly thing. Let's sit around a stone table and talk to ourselves. Then we'll go on panty raids and stake and burn the nonbelievers. Hell, let's throw bits of cake and make it the national sport.
Hm. Parents, where art thou? I waited in my room, and you decided not to show up. There goes 5 hours of my life. I think I feel a sulk coming on. Damn you, cruel world.
"*ahem* If you're gay, then my roommate's gay as well."
Sound Logic. It's hard to argue with.
Yearbooks arrived today. I'm not going to lie, but I feel that they were distastefully assembled. What were they thinking? Also, I'm wondering why half of the photos had people photoshopped in.
I almost had an adventure today. Then the car died. Plus it rained on us.
Religion is a silly thing. Let's sit around a stone table and talk to ourselves. Then we'll go on panty raids and stake and burn the nonbelievers. Hell, let's throw bits of cake and make it the national sport.
Hm. Parents, where art thou? I waited in my room, and you decided not to show up. There goes 5 hours of my life. I think I feel a sulk coming on. Damn you, cruel world.