Beautiful Waxahatchee. Becca and I got a picture with her because she is too wonderful to exist believably.
fuckyou modern british lit.
fuckyou reading and writing fiction
fuckyou pilgrimage and tourism
3/5 done.
well.
4/5 done, really.
1) Last week: I do not own a can opener. I had to open the can like this, and scoop the chili out.
2) 2 Weeks ago: I sort of regret shaving. Also, I take really awesome self photos while I eat. It’s when the camera is most flattering to me.
3) 2 weeks ago: Sneaking a drink of chocolate drink. I later found out this isn’t even real chocolate milk, that it’s mainly water and dehydrated milk. While explains why it’s $2/half-gallon.
Common themes found in the photo-set: Food and drink, kitchen, me, me being weird, reason for me to find a roommate because it’s so boring here.
FUCK U, VIRGINIA WOOLF. YR A STUPID AUTHOR. THIS BOOK SUCKS. WHY R U POPULAR? U SEEM LIKE U’D BE A NERD BACK IN YR DAY. AND AN IDIOT. THAT’S WHAT U R, VIRGINIA WOOLF. U R AN IDIOT.
Chocolate milk mustaches don’t happen to work very well with a real mustache.
Got dat fuzzy hater blocker protecting my lip.
I don’t wanna do my homework.
I sorta died not wanting to do it.
Here’s a gruesome video of me dying. (Sorta)
