Two hours of homework, thirty minutes of music. I am awarding myself this.
February 2012
“how romantic,” i whisper, as a demon waltzes through a warehouse with a serial killer
Dude okay just fuck it all. This is going to be quite possibly one of the most shit papers I’ve ever written, but I’ve got two others to write aside from it, all due by Tuesday. So I could truly give a flying fuck in a rolling doughnut right now.