My thoughts are scrambled like eggs and compartmentalized like waffles and irrelevant like breakfast itself.
I’m not wearing legitimate clothes right now and by legitimate clothes I mean pants. I am cold.
I feel bad for adverbs. So much hate. In jr. high when we learn about them, no one tells us that they’re part of Satan’s speech. Maybe I’ll adopt one. Love it like my own. Shelter it from all the anti-adverbism in the world.
I feel like I’m waiting for something.
Cody, you act like my list of accomplishments connects to form the double helix that creates this irrational, overrated ginger. My high school self is a different person from a different world with different DNA. Don’t try to figure her out. I never did.
I am disconnected.
I want to be obscene and use all the words that would shock you. But what would mother say?
If I have to read another page about Female Genital Mutilation, I’m going to drop out of school. Mark my words.
I can say I love you 33 different languages.
