I had a dream last night that my John was judging me for illegally torrenting music.
Almost got into a car accident, spilled juice all over myself and the dude selling the pomegranates at the market, somehow ran into the scumlord to rule all scumlords (roman) who needed to tell me how beautiful I am, and I’m late to school. Paid my rent, twelve days late, only have $100 to last me two months, and every relationship in my life is currently a catastrophe. Ha, today was a good day…
First uc bus of the quarter #killme
Something about getting rid of my bed frame and only having a mattress on the ground makes me feel like its more socially acceptable to smoke in bed on the regs.
I’m a stupid jerk face.
Trying to up by internet presence/ internet relevance.
Maybe I’m just feeling weird, it is almost 2am.
Click to listen or download the 4th episode of the power and politics of poetry featuring Sasha.
Oh shit, was I on free radio again? Yeah you caught me, I was on free radio again.
What do you call a dog with small legs???????
dear tumblr, welcome to racism. i found this on a pro-romney website. fuck it up
What the fuck…