Oh I love dead week. No I don't. Who am I kidding. I really don't like it when I have a huge all-day show happening on Sunday. And I haven't even looked at my small-groups music yet. Shit shit shit
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Today is a tired day. A quiet day. I woke up this morning and laid in bed for a while, just thinking... And I've never really gotten going. I feel trapped inside of my head
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Oooh... I am hella pissed right now. God damn it. I just woke up. Problem being that my class started at 9. Fuck. My alarm was set for 7:30pm. Grrr. I missed class yesterday too. Damn damn damn.
I hope it's been as good for you as it has been for me. Everyone should get some actual meaningful card at some point in their life on V-day. It makes for a better time.
My eyes are getting blurry. I've been wearing contacts for the first time in three weeks all day and I have a headache and I need to just take them out
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I shouldn't wait until I don't have any more socks to do laundry. It just leads to an entire afternoon of not-funness. That and my room shouldn't ever get gross. Messy is okay. Gross isn't.
John Doe’s bones protrude through paper skin. Purple pulses beneath a hairless scalp. The nurse pushing drugs into his fragile veins stares through her patient’s eyes unable to see - his hair was black before gray and gray before bald.