I ran into someone I haven’t seen in years the other day and he asked me what was going on and I responded “oh… soooo much” in a weird, affected, sigh-like manner. And I had every intention of beginning to tell this person every minuscule detail of how shitty and frustrating and irritating my life and almost every person (including, and perhaps, most importantly, myself) in it has been for the past few weeks that I didn’t even feel compelled to counter with the obligatory “and what about you?”
But I did anyway, to be polite.
AND NOT THAT ANY OF THAT IS NORMAL OR APPROPRIATE…
but he responded, “…much less” and turned around.
i wore cutoffs out last night and some man called them jorts. and i wanted to kill myself.
i’ve been trying to memorize the lyrics to “jump around” for the past 24 hours. so far i’ve got:
jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump jump
jump around
and the screaming bits; of course.
i’ve been on the verge of crying and/or puking all day. so i decided to just be on the verge of alcoholism for the rest of the evening:
bought three of these! exciting night ahead!!
