Two Days to Freedom
Two more days of no fighting, no drama, no bitching or sarcasm. No 3am phone calls that wake the dead, or fights for no reason.
thank god.
week, in retrospect
It started out slow, but then the snowball of bad things kept rolling down the mountain, picking up speed and size. I’m getting ready to drop kick a bitch. A new day dawned on the 4ht, figuratively as well as literally. [But I'm super glad about that] It’s been a rainy, muggy, wet, annoying weather week. I have yet to see the boy, as well as Ar. Some weekend.
I rushed a portfolio, skipped bio, and drove a car the the carwash, because it was oatmeal-ed and toothpaste-d. I sang a song, and dominated at beer pong (4 games straight). I danced in the moonlight, went to Knight Madness, and attempted to make the $500 shot (at which I failed… miserably). I haven’t talked to my best friend. I miss her more then anything. I watched my dog die, slowly in her sleep, the most painful thing for my Uncle and Timothy. Some week.
