I have yet to decide whether I'd rather die by drowning or by burning--as of a few days ago, fire has taken the lead, but who knows how long that'll last.
I finally saw a picture of Dexter, and I think he's kind of ugly. This disappoints a strange part of me that believes all serial-killing protagonists have to be really hot.
Dear world, "monetize" SHOULD NOT BE A WORD.
MY PUPPY. EEEEEEEEEE. He came and cuddled when I was feeling cold and miserable! He sat on my legs until my circulation was shot! It was adorable!
I don't really want to write an essay about Vietnam and it seems really trashy to try and BS something about it on Memorial Day.
It's ridiculous how much more time there is in the day when you wake up at 7 and don't have to go anywhere.
It's equally ridiculous how fast your muscles deteriorate when you spend a few days all but bedridden.
I really don't want to be sick, and it's the first time in eons I've actually felt this way. Not that I enjoy being sick, but usually I don't care all that much.
Maybe it's the lovely weather.
SEVEN DAYS LEFT!
1 comment:
the memorial day thing is both the best and the saddest
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