I haven’t filed anything for 7 months. I thought this might be a problem. Thank god for temps.

I want a new job, but I’m not qualified for most of them. There’s an opening at the Harvard Hiphop archive?! Better get my resume ready.

It seems that at 6pm last night two trains on the D line crashed into one another. Lately the green line has been a magnet for fire, crashes, and explosions. This bodes well for my commute.

I went to the back porch to play with fire. He saw the sparks and asked me if I had locked myself out. I told him I didn’t not, so he left, locking the door behind him.

It is almost black outside because of the thunderheads. Why wasn’t it dark out an hour ago when I went on a walk during break? Instead the sun was beating down on me like a fucking black retard at a Texas jail yard hoedown.

Looks like I forgot to update for the weekend. Looks like no one cares. Looks like Naria wasn’t bad.

A lesbian wedding party is not as sexy as it sounds. There is pretty much no nudity. But, there is a lot of cake.

I’m all collecting letters for scholarships address to Mr. HP like I know what I’m doing. If only they knew. I know nothing.

I already got my gov. money. I put it in my savings account. Because I have no soul.