“get out of the way, you fuckhead.”
—tonight’s cab driver
February 2011
January 2011
i popped a blood vessel in my eye
it looks like a ketchup spill.
do blood vessels ever just pop for the hell of it? maybe they just get bored and decide that it’s time for them to do something else. or they need to regenerate so i can have the newest, most improved blood vessels ever.
my blood vessels don’t give a fuck, they do what they want.
I Want You Back
The Jackson 5
i’m pretty sure i’m the only person who didn’t stop dancing and say what the fuck? when this came on in the club on saturday.
secretly a senior citizen ohleven.
four tests in two days
that’s two fewer tests than i took in all my time at mills. i don’t even remember how to study. the last multiple choice test i took was at the dmv.
someone just give me four driving tests and let’s call it a week.
“i like being old, it’s better than the alternative.”
—obsessed with this woman
“life is a word problem”
—this is now officially a blog about my algebra teacher.
“i never told you the story about last year? when she ran away from me two or three times? and she was hysterically crying all night? and we force fed her pokey stix? and i had to snap her home because she refused to do anything.”
—kessler rants on facebook chat
“lookin’ like a ghetto marketplace with your pink lemonade and cookies.”
—overheard in the lounge this morning
non-sequitur
- luke: i skipped my first class, went to my second class, and i ran three miles at the track.
- jimmy: i dreamed about titties.
