mincemeat pupils-- merry merry 2 u
Sweeeet so, im that girl. That girl who changes what shes gonna major in all the time. Yessss, im going to 2ble major in creative writing and journalism. Tis the plan anyways. Im such a slut for academia. When they love me, im on cloud 9, and when they don’t I take it massively personally. But that’s true of rejection in general for me I suppose. Ps, its going to be 62 on xmass. Its always shitty shitty no matter where you are from November till the 23, then its sunny sunny sunbathing weather. “come on kids! Lets open our presents on the deck!” actually, not a terrible idea.
I bought a honey ham at the boy’s request, though it was a pretty penny. Also lots of wine. If we could do the exchanges outside, thatd be loverly. Too bad I don’t have deck chairs. Good thing i dont give a shit baout my pillows or blankets.
Im working tonight and im hoping people will give me excessive amounts of money bc they feel bad for me. Bc my boobs are pulling in 70-80$ nights, but if I made a bill, that would really help me out. I have so much shit I need to pay for-money owed to CC, heat bill, phone, intenet, eclectric, and i need groceries too.
Im working on some things-a poem about a friend, a story based on a secondhand story forbidden love thing which is very complicated and molasses-y and nontraditional. And also a potentially bigger project exploring my family through a lense of guilt and yankee-ism and Catholicism and as many isms and I can round up at one time. I dunno, it makes sense in my brain. But that's the same brain that turns the heat up to 90 and then goes to work. So. PS the Mars Volta put out a live album, and im getting it for whats-his-face. thats what the title is about. Rejoice, rejoice.
I bought a honey ham at the boy’s request, though it was a pretty penny. Also lots of wine. If we could do the exchanges outside, thatd be loverly. Too bad I don’t have deck chairs. Good thing i dont give a shit baout my pillows or blankets.
Im working tonight and im hoping people will give me excessive amounts of money bc they feel bad for me. Bc my boobs are pulling in 70-80$ nights, but if I made a bill, that would really help me out. I have so much shit I need to pay for-money owed to CC, heat bill, phone, intenet, eclectric, and i need groceries too.
Im working on some things-a poem about a friend, a story based on a secondhand story forbidden love thing which is very complicated and molasses-y and nontraditional. And also a potentially bigger project exploring my family through a lense of guilt and yankee-ism and Catholicism and as many isms and I can round up at one time. I dunno, it makes sense in my brain. But that's the same brain that turns the heat up to 90 and then goes to work. So. PS the Mars Volta put out a live album, and im getting it for whats-his-face. thats what the title is about. Rejoice, rejoice.