i went to bed around two a.m. and woke three times before finally getting up at eight. the first time was to roommate A and girl A, conversing in russian and going into his room. the second time was to roommate B and girl B, conversing loudly in english and going into his room. the third time was at maybe seven o clock or so to roommate B and girl B having loud sex. the screaming only lasted five minutes or so and they only had one go, which gave me the chance to sleep another hour. i finally got up and i left my room to take a shower and greeted roommate B who was now standing in the hall. i took a shower and was walked in on and apologized to by girl B. i leave and pot smoke is thick in the hall.
sunday morning pot sex. someone's living it up.
the v.u. song was stuck in my head so i listened to it on the way to work.
September 21, 2008
September 19, 2008
September 16, 2008
i don't enjoy my mornings anymore. they've shortened from dread, and not because of the earth slowly tipping away from the from the sun. dread of class. dread of work. i don't want to get up. they hate me there, you know? coffee is chugged instead of savored before i have to hop onto my bike and peddle away to my fate. now i know that i'm back.
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