filth
recently I sang happy birthday to Noam Chomsky. I was a little uncomfortable with the "dear" part...what with that being...you know, a term of familiar affection...but what else would one do on his birthday?
my mother has warned me not to fall asleep with boys in the room. If she's so concerned about it, why does she laugh so hard when she says things like that?
(don't answer that question)
I have become disillusioned with almond scented things. How could this have happened?
I emptied my trash for the first time in about two months, and then shortly thereafter I ran out of soap. Apparently I am destined for filth. Filth, if you're reading this, give me a call...but not on my room phone. Or my cell phone.
I want to write a poem about parking lots, but I'm afraid it would sound too gushy and romantic.
parking lots...
This is why I rarely update
filth?
my mother has warned me not to fall asleep with boys in the room. If she's so concerned about it, why does she laugh so hard when she says things like that?
(don't answer that question)
I have become disillusioned with almond scented things. How could this have happened?
I emptied my trash for the first time in about two months, and then shortly thereafter I ran out of soap. Apparently I am destined for filth. Filth, if you're reading this, give me a call...but not on my room phone. Or my cell phone.
I want to write a poem about parking lots, but I'm afraid it would sound too gushy and romantic.
parking lots...
This is why I rarely update
filth?