a foot of snow, a half full ashtray, and a pocketful of broken dreams...
goddamn...
this snow has turned our dorm in to a madhouse...
between the hundreds of cigarettes we've smoked, the half ounce of pot we've smoked, people being in and out all weekend, my lack of energy, and the general lack of privacy around here, i'm pretty beat. i'm just tired of people walking on me. i've been nice all weekend. my patience (the only virtue i inherited from my father) is running very low.
if i don't get some quiet time soon, i'ma kill somebody.
goddamn, i miss jenn.
according to disney, it's been twenty-five years since garth was in fourth grade.
anyway, i hate sleeping alone, and i hate not having my best friend here even more. it's infuriating to know that she's sick and i can't do anything to make her better.
i'm burned out, i'm tired of being cold, and i have a painting to do that involves trekking to the other side of campus in a foot of snow. i really don't want to be in college...
this snow has turned our dorm in to a madhouse...
between the hundreds of cigarettes we've smoked, the half ounce of pot we've smoked, people being in and out all weekend, my lack of energy, and the general lack of privacy around here, i'm pretty beat. i'm just tired of people walking on me. i've been nice all weekend. my patience (the only virtue i inherited from my father) is running very low.
if i don't get some quiet time soon, i'ma kill somebody.
goddamn, i miss jenn.
according to disney, it's been twenty-five years since garth was in fourth grade.
anyway, i hate sleeping alone, and i hate not having my best friend here even more. it's infuriating to know that she's sick and i can't do anything to make her better.
i'm burned out, i'm tired of being cold, and i have a painting to do that involves trekking to the other side of campus in a foot of snow. i really don't want to be in college...