Temporary Absence.

Midterms.
*Grumble*
A lotta coffee. I don't drink it. I save it for these rocky times. I turn into a bouncing ball. Fidgety. Bug-eyed.
*Harumph*
Assignment. Projects. Mid-term Papers. Where's my weekend?
*Sigh*
Oily Chinese take-out boxes in the trash. Sandwich wrappers crumpled on my kitchen floor. I keep missing the slam 'waste' dunk.
*Yawn*
Gotta Stay Awake...
PS To my shady ex-neighborhood...I really don't miss you...but I miss your music that bounces in my aparment...Notorius Thugz You gotta bounce with this one...the chorus especially...not a huge fan of rap, but some songs are just classic...nostalgic rap...is there such a thing?

at 7:59 AM
8 Comments
I see you have the same fetish with the garbage can
Purg: What? I didn't get it. Are you referring to the bouncing?
I keep missing the slam 'waste' dunk.
Purgatore: Hmm... :)
Damn where have you been living? Didn't know Indiana is like that!
wv: wreqk (what a wreck)
Equalizer: (ya3ny 6ale3 feeha :P) Heh, not Indiana...
McArabian: Creepy
Hang on and do well :)
Jewaira: Thank you :)
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