did i just fart inside my stomach?
i never thought i'd like potato and leek soup, it's aroma is one of many splendid things. i'm glad to say that i finally finished my sculpture, and that i dont feel like a total and complete failure minus the fact i'm failing three classes with atrocious c's and d's.
here, at work i see nothing but rich drone women with their jimmy choo's polished and ready to go, every chanel bag in great condition, and the newest diane von furstenburg dresses crisp and not even a day old. i'm starting to get really sick of it. i'm starting to think that maybe the only reason i come here is for the good 5 dollar lunches.
if today's tuesday, i'm going to be late for andrea's. i wonder if she even thinks i'm coming.
life is at its tragic moments when you have to take a crap in the womans bathroom where out of 6 bathroom's one is occupied, not including your stall.
no one looks at me the same anymore!