dramamine
back. cold, but not actually cold.
my prof pretended to not be himself, and i so mentioned he was
gay and then messed up his name. he still let me into
his class. i love him. also, i love the rastafarian. also, i love my french teacher who’s my age and doesn’t speak english. also, i love my
classics teacher who’s also my age, and who also doesn’t speak english. i don’t love my job.
i sleep great now. drama. greeeeaat. and there’s no one here to ration them or hide the little bottle.
March 21st, 2009 at 1:49 am
This is really a nice blog,i always come here and read the articles
June 13th, 2009 at 6:50 am
I agree with you partly, however, in some aspect, I can not share the same opinions with you.