Pig valves and DUI's....
Fried shrimp and limp potatoes....
It was a weird week.
Part of me was psyched to leave.
The rest felt like I should stay.
But my psyched-ness was quickly dashed, when I walked into my stinky dark apartment alone, to a sink full of dishes.
Waste of life. Thanks for all your hard fucking work.
In the morning I was to discover that all of my soy milk had been drinken...dranken...drunk..?
Oh, I'm sorry, not all
of it. You were so kind as to leave approximately half a teaspoon full.
Mmm, froot loops in water. Deeeelish.
These next few weeks aren't looking too good.
I've got two weeks of listening to fat people go on power trips.
Fat, like seriously morbidly obese.
These people are fucking monsters.
Smallest one is probably 350 pounds.
And I have to take orders from all you stupid Biggie Smalls wannabes.
Countdown to graduation has begun, and school hasn't even started yet.
May. In May I will be a college graduate.
And five May's from now I will be a doctor.
Shit is weird.
Where are you?
You should be finished with your run by now.
Don't make me sleep in this place alone again tonight.
It smells, but I bought more soy milk.
That way we can have breakfast in the stink.
And you and I can complain about it together.