one week left of school, two giant papers to write. two weeks left until I'm 21. I'm not sure who will come drinking with me, and I'm not even sure I care. I do not like bars. maybe I will just drink Jack and Cokes at home all night and pretend that I'm miserable without human company.
I'm going to spend my whole summer silent and alone, by choice. I'm going to spend every spare moment reading every book I didn't get a chance to this year because I was too fucking goddamn busy registering assholes for library cards and making my life hell by uplifting other people.
I've had time to read, like, TWO books for pleasure since October. and they took too long because I could only read them during my 15-minute breaks.
no more of that shit.
this summer I'm reading no fewer than ten trillion books, and if you're cool you will suggest one for me. a novel maybe, or a biography of someone I've never heard of. I fucking miss books. I handle hundreds of books every day at the library but I never get to read them. I fucking miss them to death.
today, I am wearing an engineer's cap and my favorite socks. it rained and thundered all through class this morning. after next week, all I have to figure out is what to read, where to drive, when to decide enough is enough and quit my motherfucking job. and not to disappoint the vapid among you who rely on me to be pissed off all the time, but I feel pretty fucking good about all this.
I'm going to spend my whole summer silent and alone, by choice. I'm going to spend every spare moment reading every book I didn't get a chance to this year because I was too fucking goddamn busy registering assholes for library cards and making my life hell by uplifting other people.
I've had time to read, like, TWO books for pleasure since October. and they took too long because I could only read them during my 15-minute breaks.
no more of that shit.
this summer I'm reading no fewer than ten trillion books, and if you're cool you will suggest one for me. a novel maybe, or a biography of someone I've never heard of. I fucking miss books. I handle hundreds of books every day at the library but I never get to read them. I fucking miss them to death.
today, I am wearing an engineer's cap and my favorite socks. it rained and thundered all through class this morning. after next week, all I have to figure out is what to read, where to drive, when to decide enough is enough and quit my motherfucking job. and not to disappoint the vapid among you who rely on me to be pissed off all the time, but I feel pretty fucking good about all this.
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It is normal, yes.
Someone's posted a bum-cunt-gun combination in your journal
meta said:
all-night truck stops, etc., are so fabulous I think they should be a requirement for anyone wishing to remain alive under the rule of my iron fist.
Oh, hell yes. Hell. Yes.
[Edited on May 15, 2006 12:40PM]