2.7/4.0

apparently, i can't write
or, more specifically
i can't write well
about the book i had to read
i dunno if it goes back to the fact that i suck at life
or the fact that book was HORRID
i'm gonna go with the the book on this one [for once]
because, jesus christ
jane addams wrote a god awful book
fuck child labor

apparently, safari is being a little bitch
and locking up on me
every time i tried to shift-tab up here from the 'labels' thing
itd fucking not respond
methinks its itme to lay panther to rest
before i have to take it out behind a barn and shoot it

theres a long, brown hair thats stuck in one of my notebooks
and i know who it belongs to
or how it got there

if these fucking weather people
keep raising the fucking temperature forecast
severe fucking pain is going to be wrought upon them
with a fucking hammer
i hate hot weather, and the current spell
SUCKS
where's the fucking fall weather?

so
the stench in the dishroom
its usually unpleasant at its minimum
or, like it was today
pushing unbearable
when i got back to my room
i smelled like i'd been rolling in cadavers
stuffed with rotting/rotted food

i'm waiting for the day
when i actually write something in this
that isnt in the middle of the night
that day isnt today, thats for damn sure