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Thank goodness Pop-Tarts wrappers tell you DO NOT MICROWAVE IN THIS POUCH. Otherwise I might be tempted to shove my pastries in the toaster, metallic foil and all.
Thank goodness also that Sweetmate warns me that toasters are electric. They get hot. Cuz, you know, I fuck shit up and need supervision. Hah. I am toasting alone in my room!
Valentine's Day consisted of my radio show with Former Future Roommate. The theme was love and incompetance. The songs representing the former, the DJs the latter. Then mac 'n cheese with Sweetmate. Homemade valentines may have been exchanged. They might have been cute. I might be sort of in love with her right now. Have you seen her hair? So hot right now.
It's 2 am. I have papers to grade and theory to read. Oh Smith College. I heart you, but you're a bad bad top. You do not respect my limits, and I do not want to be your 24-7 bitch. I pretend I'll be free of you in May, but just as I'm getting over you, you'll lure me back in with loans and pleas for alumna donations. And I won't be able to say no. At least, legally I can't say no to the first.
This evening overwhelmed me all at once, so I called my sister. That goes on the very short list of Things That Are Always a Good Idea. Love love love, it makes my heart want to burst. Instead, I'll eat a pop-tart.
Thank goodness also that Sweetmate warns me that toasters are electric. They get hot. Cuz, you know, I fuck shit up and need supervision. Hah. I am toasting alone in my room!
Valentine's Day consisted of my radio show with Former Future Roommate. The theme was love and incompetance. The songs representing the former, the DJs the latter. Then mac 'n cheese with Sweetmate. Homemade valentines may have been exchanged. They might have been cute. I might be sort of in love with her right now. Have you seen her hair? So hot right now.
It's 2 am. I have papers to grade and theory to read. Oh Smith College. I heart you, but you're a bad bad top. You do not respect my limits, and I do not want to be your 24-7 bitch. I pretend I'll be free of you in May, but just as I'm getting over you, you'll lure me back in with loans and pleas for alumna donations. And I won't be able to say no. At least, legally I can't say no to the first.
This evening overwhelmed me all at once, so I called my sister. That goes on the very short list of Things That Are Always a Good Idea. Love love love, it makes my heart want to burst. Instead, I'll eat a pop-tart.