Aug 30, 2017
Sh*t I Come Up With In Boring College Classes: Entry #1
She prostitutes her opinions like a horny four-eyed soothsayer, eager to let the world know her life comes together quite finely. Still piecing, however. He's sitting too close to my chair, breathing heavily on the hood hanging off my back. If I could, I'd grab his cigarette breath and lasso the white Goldie Dreadlocks and roll him into a blunt bigger than even he's ever smoked. If I could, I'd tattoo the name of every adolescent in the room who drenches their "colorful" conversations with a thousand Like's on the knuckles of my hand and punch them with it. If I could, I'd call you and let you know that without you I've become so bitter and angry inside. If I could...