flooring the gas or pressing send and when will stuff begin to be right I can’t even write with
my left hand much less my right to a vitamin water for under two dollars was rudely removed
by the ladies in the cafeteria downstairs last weak knees, swoon, sigh, still the ones whom I
admire never notice little ol’ meal time, sleep time, school time, meal time, sleep time, school
time, time time, tick tock, tick clock tock time your fixed punctuality is nearly as irritating as
the prices in the cafeteria I mean honestly, haven’t ya’ll heard of a student discount every
thing you suspect from my sometimes stained sweatshirts and usually unmade hair because I
have a quiet confidence or so I’m told that there’s some really great food three blocks over and
you can get a sandwich plus a drink for $3.15 but oh. I forgot, you don’t eat, and come to think
of it I have those tests I need to study for so I should go sit in the library and pretend to do
homework while I pretend I don’t have homework to do nothing would be worse than doing
somethings wrong, but that’s a hard concept to internalize when the world has billions of
people, and twice as many eyes
Feels good to be writing again, even if it is rambly brain bleh.
