Writing A Garbage Essay Feels Like Youre The Cow Who Gave Birth To The Two Headed Calf. In The Morning,

writing a garbage essay feels like you’re the cow who gave birth to the two headed calf. in the morning, my professor will wrap him in newspaper and dissect him on a cold operating table. but here he is alive, under the pale glow of my computer screen. he is beautiful. there are twice as many logical fallacies as usual.

I might just wait here for a little bit Let time pass

its decmbre ... the gronch

merry christlalersms (eve?????)

Everyone’s “straight” or a “top” until your friend rests his arm on your passenger seat to look behind you while backing up

i am hyep

i am hyperfveingitlng