maybe youre the same as me
yesterday, i didnt wear makeup. im sorry if it offended you.
i turned in my government paper today. if you have any burning questions regarding my topic, "the decline of public education and the failure of the no child left behind act," im your girl.
kate gave me an illicit card. the envelope was deceiving/covered in lisa frank stickers, but the inside mentioned her plans to lean over and blow on my neck "with the gentleness of the finger vent on the ball return device at the bowling alley," with the concession that "course, that sorta stuff usually leads to sex." im not sure where one would procure such a card, but if that isnt love, what is?
today, we had a sub in calc. when sharon is absent, im the only girl, and therefore succumb to the immature antics like its my job. adam took off his pants in the middle class. i laughed until i couldnt breathe. our combined maturity is overwhelming, to say the least.
with those two exceptions, 80s music is the only good thing that is happening to me right now. ive cried for extended periods of time every day for the last two weeks. who am i?
is it just me, or is clicking the "submit application" button online the most terrifying experience one would ever hope to have to endure? i close my eyes every time. i wish that made it go away.
i turned in my government paper today. if you have any burning questions regarding my topic, "the decline of public education and the failure of the no child left behind act," im your girl.
kate gave me an illicit card. the envelope was deceiving/covered in lisa frank stickers, but the inside mentioned her plans to lean over and blow on my neck "with the gentleness of the finger vent on the ball return device at the bowling alley," with the concession that "course, that sorta stuff usually leads to sex." im not sure where one would procure such a card, but if that isnt love, what is?
today, we had a sub in calc. when sharon is absent, im the only girl, and therefore succumb to the immature antics like its my job. adam took off his pants in the middle class. i laughed until i couldnt breathe. our combined maturity is overwhelming, to say the least.
with those two exceptions, 80s music is the only good thing that is happening to me right now. ive cried for extended periods of time every day for the last two weeks. who am i?
is it just me, or is clicking the "submit application" button online the most terrifying experience one would ever hope to have to endure? i close my eyes every time. i wish that made it go away.