church. sign up sheets. lots of eyeshadow. wet socks. calculus. laundry. waking up. cold mornings with warm afternoons. railroad bulls. rehab. organization. car exhaust. good looking friendly boys with bad taste. the yankees. boring art. boring people. wearing my glasses. money. people that don't shut up in class. air conditioning. closed windows. monogamy. stereotypes. my dad's impatience. my mom's ideals. menthol cigarettes. football. crying. pre-faded jeans. melted ice cream. florists. stop signs. boys that wear jewelery. prudes. getting hit by cars. dead grass. mustaches. over-cooked pasta. texting. my terrible posture.
blogs.
why am i here?
oh yeah.
i'm an elitist snob.
if lame people can think out loud on the internet, so can i.
2 comments:
sometimes lame people are give WAY too much free reign.
i mean, next to the verification code beneath the "this blog doesn't allow anonymous comments" is a handicapped symbol. is that a discrimination or hallucination?
ha.
you are forgiven of grammar errors from this point on.
i am now fully aware that you are fully aware.
and that's all that matters.
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