But you could always say that.
Just thinking of my dog & updating my Tumblr about it instead of writing discussion board responses for class.
Last week in my poetry class, instead of critiquing this one dude’s piece I drew a picture of a jack-o-lantern & wrote “GREAT POEMKIN” next to it.
So tired of being so busy! Awesome life though!
Eat pizza! Don’t fret, just shred!
NEW EMPEROR X IS SO GOOD!
More later, probably.
Been picking fights & forgetting things. Forced laughter & bad nostalgia. Eating ice chips & chewing fingertips.
Tonight I drove down a Good Road (tm) & listened to wimpy music, alone with a tummy full of gross vibes. I shouted and screamed at dark & dirty cactus shadows, I did it until I couldn’t anymore. Like that time in the river rapids between Denver & Central City before the tunnel, when I thought the worst thoughts in the world.
Tomorrow I will wake up with a scratchy throat & a normal brain.
I have a lot of stuff to get done & I’m overwhelmed right now but I’m sure I’ll kill it.
All of it.
Because I’m a stuff murderer.
This weather + Siamese Dream
I wonder if there is a sitcom episode about how women play fantasy football now.