why oh why oh why
why can't i ever have a vacation season where i'm not injured, or where i don't develop an annoyingly bad cold, or get otherwise incapacitated?
why can't i ever get the kind of condition where i lose weight? instead of conditions where, due to my incessant need for water and soup and food and my almost druggie-like popping of (apparently sugar loaded) lozenges, i end up having more clothes that don't fit?
why can't i seem to stop coughing? gaddemit.
why is it so cold when i need it to be toasty warm i can get well enough to see the outside of my house for the first time in 6 days?
why do i have a cold exactly when the weather is perfect for hot chocolate and marshmallows?
why am i sick at a time when i should be enjoying the last few bottles of guilt free happiness before crim rev marks my first class back?
why why why why?
why?
oh, and why is it that little annoying arrogant pricks are using other accounts to spy on mine?
in the hopes that they might be able to read really juicy stuff? hoping that i write something about their other-law-school-kicked-out-lying-cheating-selves?
why?
why can't some girls (shame on them) manage to flush? or wipe the seat? or try to read the helpful little signs telling them where to trash the trash?
why?
why can't some people just seem to keep their dicks between and for themselves and their girlfriends instead of going vagina shopping?
why?
and why are some pathetically clingy and insecure girlfriends incapable of managing to keep their boyfriends' man-toys in check without trying to ruin the reputation of other girls who could give a flying fuck about aforementioned boys? get a life.
why?
why can't some people manage to join a frat and stay the same nice sweet mama's boy wimpy kids they were? instead of morphing into testosterone overloaded drugged up little shits who think ganging up on and beating up little people showcases manly-man-ness? instead of becoming shitty little hypocrites who think just cause a few months have passed no one remembers what they did?
why?
why are some friends incapable of answering their phones? (paging mina - and yes, i read the survey. why regret NOTHING?)
why?
why are some people so incredibly incurably stupid?
and why am i sometimes one of those people?
meandering thoughts while waiting for jones to wake up. la lang.
this is what happens when i stay in one place for too long.
why can't i ever get the kind of condition where i lose weight? instead of conditions where, due to my incessant need for water and soup and food and my almost druggie-like popping of (apparently sugar loaded) lozenges, i end up having more clothes that don't fit?
why can't i seem to stop coughing? gaddemit.
why is it so cold when i need it to be toasty warm i can get well enough to see the outside of my house for the first time in 6 days?
why do i have a cold exactly when the weather is perfect for hot chocolate and marshmallows?
why am i sick at a time when i should be enjoying the last few bottles of guilt free happiness before crim rev marks my first class back?
why why why why?
why?
oh, and why is it that little annoying arrogant pricks are using other accounts to spy on mine?
in the hopes that they might be able to read really juicy stuff? hoping that i write something about their other-law-school-kicked-out-lying-cheating-selves?
why?
why can't some girls (shame on them) manage to flush? or wipe the seat? or try to read the helpful little signs telling them where to trash the trash?
why?
why can't some people just seem to keep their dicks between and for themselves and their girlfriends instead of going vagina shopping?
why?
and why are some pathetically clingy and insecure girlfriends incapable of managing to keep their boyfriends' man-toys in check without trying to ruin the reputation of other girls who could give a flying fuck about aforementioned boys? get a life.
why?
why can't some people manage to join a frat and stay the same nice sweet mama's boy wimpy kids they were? instead of morphing into testosterone overloaded drugged up little shits who think ganging up on and beating up little people showcases manly-man-ness? instead of becoming shitty little hypocrites who think just cause a few months have passed no one remembers what they did?
why?
why are some friends incapable of answering their phones? (paging mina - and yes, i read the survey. why regret NOTHING?)
why?
why are some people so incredibly incurably stupid?
and why am i sometimes one of those people?
meandering thoughts while waiting for jones to wake up. la lang.
this is what happens when i stay in one place for too long.
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