dear february,

please let me survive this short month without another failure. i dont think i can take much more of this.

thank you,
sophia

i made my father cry.
"i dont want my sophia to become a karen carpenter"

(FUCK!)

monday: dr. 1
tuesday: dr. 2
...
and still two more weeks in this awful town.

"Sophia M. Dahab, Your ideal job is a Cowboy."

thank you, jopbpredictor.com

so tell me again, why the hell am i in college?

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i lied, i lied.
i do remember my weekends,
recurring images and sounds and people and conversations and places and touches
flutter incessantly through my mind.

yeah, i remember them. [i remember this one.]
yeah, there are some things i wish i didnt remember.

yeah, i gotta learn to forget regret.

i miss her so much,
i can't stop crying.

now it has become simply one obsession, one dream

if i could scratch out one it would be the dream,

only because i know the obsession will never leave me hanging.

le tigre should play more free shows at grinnell, so i can spend more sunday nights spinning under bright lights, wondering where liz ran off to, wishingwishingwishing Wanting Dreaming, trying not to fall over, collapsing into bed still stoned and smiling ( Read more... )

wasting time with googlisms is fun.sophia is de bitch ( Read more... )

you realize, don't you, that today is thursday.
which means, yes yes, tomorrow is friday.

and what does friday mean?

quite right, quite right.

it means the same thing last night meant, and the night before that,
and the friday before that...

( i love 'traditions' like this. )