if we were up north it'd be different. your tongue would still be stuck to the pole
things have been moving fast. tomorrow's a chemistry test. I have slightly studied for. it's going to be uber cold. and I'm excited. I need to take something to get this cough out of me. I know it's probably pissing off people in classrooms. since my awesome skills of making noisy disruptions tally up to 1 cough/3 sec. but I really don't like the cough syrup. it's the consistency of honey, a nice gooey plastic purple. they really know how to make it consumer-friendly.
I stitched my cons. well the right foot one. the back was hanging by a couple of threads. tomorrow's camera day. I think. I'll see if I still feel like it is, tomorrow.
poetry club. nicole handed out typed up, organized, tipped and just wow. x_x. so much information. sponge. absorb...ness. I'm really excited about this club. I can't wait till we know each other. the inside jokes and non-toxic smiles-kind-of-way.
you were the last cigarette
the one I had to stop short
smothered on my courdory
someone's looking
quick
put him out
you're out
we're out of
matching matches
lighting lighters
someone saw us
you don't have much anyways
you're burning out
so fold your lips into a quiet one
play pretend
I put you out