my semester ends at four pm tomorrow, hooray.

( DON'T EVEN SING ABOUT IT )

current fantasies:
IMing eyal, saying, "hey, why don't we talk anymore?!"
beholding abram in the blazer-flesh
groping/kissing leah
the desert

i wish i was drunk on the wine the french department served at oral exams.

lately i've been smoking a lot of cigarettes because i may be pregnant and i need to kill the baby somehow, since leah won't let me have an abortion even though student health offers unlimited, free abortions.

( you cannot will the end without willing the indispensible means )

lonely parts (1:06:43 PM): hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MKadue (1:06:55 PM): Hi yourself
lonely parts (1:07:52 PM): bye!!!!
MKadue (1:09:32 PM): bye bye sweetie
MKadue (1:14:12 PM): can we talk like this more often?
lonely parts (1:14:17 PM): yeah!!!
MKadue (1:14:35 PM): how do I start this?
MKadue signed off at 1:23:29 PM.

( WHEN IS THE SHIP GOING TO DROWN )

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( anorexic guatemalans do not grow on trees )

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entities ( Read more... )