How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
My sister just called and told me that they are going to put my dog to sleep. That sucks. She asked if I would like them to wait until I get home on Friday. I said no. Who wants to deal with that shit? I would rather not.
I have decided that my serious oral fixation is getting to be a problem. I bought some Sweet Mint Orbitz on Saturday and was making real progress through the second of three packages when I realized that it is burning off a layer of my tongue and my jaw hurts from chewing so much. Then the roommate told me that there is aspartame in it and with the amount i have chewed over the past three days i basically have given myself brain cancer. So i got rid of the little that remained and she gave me some grape jollyranchers she didn't want. The problem being I don't even like grape jollyranchers, they taste like dimetapp. not that i didn't almost have my stomach pumped when i was three because i drank half a bottle of dimetapp because it was so tasty. i think that experience has left me wary of grape flavors in general. but i am still sucking on them because i must be doing something with my mouth. Dirty.
Well, i got very little sleep because my shakespeare final was at 7:30 this morning and i definitely was ridiculous enough to get up at 5:30 to study after going to sleep after 1 a.m. At least my professor should find my final entertaining because i was using very expressive adjectives and referring to don john as a bastard as many times as i could fit into a sentence without it becoming overwhelming. that bastard of a bastard, bastard. I love it. She will, too, undoubtedly. God, why am i in college?
Nap time.
Love me.
Love you.
♥
I have decided that my serious oral fixation is getting to be a problem. I bought some Sweet Mint Orbitz on Saturday and was making real progress through the second of three packages when I realized that it is burning off a layer of my tongue and my jaw hurts from chewing so much. Then the roommate told me that there is aspartame in it and with the amount i have chewed over the past three days i basically have given myself brain cancer. So i got rid of the little that remained and she gave me some grape jollyranchers she didn't want. The problem being I don't even like grape jollyranchers, they taste like dimetapp. not that i didn't almost have my stomach pumped when i was three because i drank half a bottle of dimetapp because it was so tasty. i think that experience has left me wary of grape flavors in general. but i am still sucking on them because i must be doing something with my mouth. Dirty.
Well, i got very little sleep because my shakespeare final was at 7:30 this morning and i definitely was ridiculous enough to get up at 5:30 to study after going to sleep after 1 a.m. At least my professor should find my final entertaining because i was using very expressive adjectives and referring to don john as a bastard as many times as i could fit into a sentence without it becoming overwhelming. that bastard of a bastard, bastard. I love it. She will, too, undoubtedly. God, why am i in college?
Nap time.
Love me.
Love you.
♥