it is one of those days, you know, where you wake up and come down from mount olympus with the calm inspriation of exactly-that-shirt, today, and of course it smells like a hippie and half an hour of an uninspired archaeological seminar with yourself about the components of your wardrobe yields an increasingly poor morale and exactly what you wore yesterday. you know who'd feel chagrin for that but it sure as hell aint you.
and the day proceeds bit-by-slowly-bit one foot in front of the other.
and ever onward, 'cause, see, you randomly hooked up with this person and maybe it meant something and maybe it didn't but the point is that there they are at the gym and jesus, i hope they don't see me and if they do i hope i dont look like a fat idiot and fucking christ! observe this sweetly urbane musculature of my arms and regret! how uselessly subversive!
you can always tell when i've had insomnia because my bedroom smells like paint!
1 comment:
i would LOVE to make a regular homework session. :)
also, even though you can't find your phone, let's figure out what time we can do six feet this afternoon. yaaay.
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