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Don't you love September?
The month school starts, summer flings end, and when you have to start wearing sweaters again.
Fuck September.
Not to be unsympathetic, but all of Anzu's problems were a convienent way to forget about mine. Because, really, a premature baby and a bastard of a boyfriend are always more important then a father with liver failure and a sister that's fucking your enemy.
How I love my life.
I need to go get drunk, and then get laid. Preferably in that order.
The semester has started again, and I think my eyes are bleeding from all the reading I've had to do. I should have been a little more sensible when I set out choosing a major. Maybe I should switch... Why not?
I was promoted at the paper, for some reason. I'm now head photographer, and actually get to pick what I take pictures of. It's an interesting change. Apparently, the old head photographer moved to California.
Well, it's good for me. He can have fun in California.
The month school starts, summer flings end, and when you have to start wearing sweaters again.
Fuck September.
Not to be unsympathetic, but all of Anzu's problems were a convienent way to forget about mine. Because, really, a premature baby and a bastard of a boyfriend are always more important then a father with liver failure and a sister that's fucking your enemy.
How I love my life.
I need to go get drunk, and then get laid. Preferably in that order.
The semester has started again, and I think my eyes are bleeding from all the reading I've had to do. I should have been a little more sensible when I set out choosing a major. Maybe I should switch... Why not?
I was promoted at the paper, for some reason. I'm now head photographer, and actually get to pick what I take pictures of. It's an interesting change. Apparently, the old head photographer moved to California.
Well, it's good for me. He can have fun in California.