Current mood: mellow yellow
And now, by popular demand:
The Unbearable Likeness of Q (an original poem by yours truly)
what can i say?
it has been a day
it rained
i changed clothes
i corrected papers
i blogged three times
i got confuzled
i got unconfuzled
i got reconfuzled
i got hoes in different area codes
not really the last one
i got isolated by myself or by satan or by school or by some combination of all or both
i got nearly locked out of my apartment
i got ignored by my ra
i called my ra a b-tch
i got a suitemate to get annoyed with me
i got tired
so tired i couldn't even muster tears
i got fed up with talking about myself
so i stopped