yup, that’s me. i had a five-day weekend and did i do anything even remotely productive? heeelll no!!!
well, no, that’s a lie. i did a metric buttfuckton load of laundry (yes, that’s a measurement). and lounged around and hung out with my buddies and the boy. but yeah, that’s about all i accomplished. as it winds down from afternoon into evening, i realize…i art fucked again!
bio!
chem!
math!
samurai readings!
shit…
how you won’t treat me like a fucking adult so that all it ultimately does is end up making me feel petulant and childish.
because there is no response that will make me sound any less childish than you’ve implied. fuck.
three bars in one day, a frolickful walk through mt. auburn cemetery (which is deceptively cool), the passion of the jew, a pitcher of sangria and dancing the night away to 80’s music at the common ground. (big ups to djbrian for playing big country for my wench)…talk about a good thanksgiving.
yay squared.
and to the creepy old stank dude at the common ground, my name is becky, yo. and becky don’t dig geezers, ya heard.
great thanksgiving…yesssssssssssssss…
…but not for this girl :p
i’m a cruise around and find a place for some grub with the scootronimus burch, yo. boozin’ & cruisin’ and no turkey in sight. yessssssssssssss…
got to have an early ‘teh usual'(tm) with jetta yesterday, and drove around a bit, w00t. watched some movies and such with the boy and got to see my rosco today before he leaves for VT. and thank christ for time off school, a break is nice and muchly appreciated, yo. i was a-tired.
and now i am a-hungry…and my scooter is outside.
gobble gobble, baby.
yes, i’m still awake.
yes, i *just* finished my fucking lab report…
yes, this is just bitchery…so the fuck what?
got off work, took a math test (pray for mojo), came home, was wracked by intense pain, laid down to catch my breath, passed the eff out…
missed a few phone calls (one from the boy, too)…
oh dear.
