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Capstone : hours of circle jerking the internet to find one or two useful sources. I got my lowest grade, ever. B-. In a one credit class.
My GPA dropped to a 3.69 this semester and I became physically ill. I might have a problem.
I have a mohawk, and I’m directing a play.
Someone at Panera said I was so hot he would eat the corn out of my asshole. I wonder if that sounded better in his head.
Still single.
I wish self doubt were a person so I could punch it in the vagina.
Teaching myself Leonard Cohen and Dusty Springfield on my harmonica and making Kristin her birthday card rather than doing Capstone.
