May 31, 2005 21:42
Most of the day I felt as though my head was going to split, and the culmination of my years' learning would spill forth in an unpleasant gray mess onto the not-so clean high school floor. I need to start carrying around Advil again or I'm going to suffer at my new job.
Drama. Drama. Drama. That's all livejournal's good for.
Dear Fox,
Despite the fact that you couldn't reach the grapes doesn't make them sour or bitter. In fact, I bet that you'd find them to have a most wondrous taste. If calling them foul-tasting makes you feel better, do it. Just remember that it's a lie, however, it doesn't matter anyway, I think they've begun to rot. Well, hope to see or read you soon.
Sincerely,
Aesop
I'm so ravenously hungry right now. Mr G. gave me a present today. It's this awesome book of poetry by someone named Cedar Sigo. He makes me water...