I can't seem to make it through Sundays
It's been a beautiful day.
Warm and windy.
My hair is black and quite wonderful if I may say so.
Loyola is giving me a $14,500 a year scholarship, plus
the currently undetermined need-based aid.
My mom was so happy she cried.
My dad bitched about my hair.
What an asshole.
I'm going to New Orleans. It's final.
Everyone is welcome to stay for Mardi Gras.
I'll make gumbo and we can get all sauced up.
My brother took me thrift shopping and out for Japanese food.
Who ever said Mondays were always terrible?
Warm and windy.
My hair is black and quite wonderful if I may say so.
Loyola is giving me a $14,500 a year scholarship, plus
the currently undetermined need-based aid.
My mom was so happy she cried.
My dad bitched about my hair.
What an asshole.
I'm going to New Orleans. It's final.
Everyone is welcome to stay for Mardi Gras.
I'll make gumbo and we can get all sauced up.
My brother took me thrift shopping and out for Japanese food.
Who ever said Mondays were always terrible?