|—||Frances Hodgson Burnett (via emotional-algebra)|
My ability to injure my wrists while doing mundane activities (like reading) continues to astound me.
I never want to have another asthma attack while drunk. That was awful. Oh God. And in public too. No thank you.
The last time I tried to watch Iron Man, I was drunk and fell asleep a quarter of the way in. I’m not drunk this time, so hopefully I’ll get to see the entire movie.
I’ve been fighting off the urge to clean my room top-to-bottom for the last few weeks. Might have lost that fight. Might have just turned my room upside down. Might be in danger of taking days to put things right.
Sarah Lawrence, I understand that you want me to donate. I get it. Really I do. This is the third phone call in three months, if I recall correctly.
But do you understand that I’m only making $80 a month? And that it isn’t enough to cover my monthly loan payments? I only graduated a year ago. OBVIOUSLY I’m not making real money, and cannot afford to donate. Go pester the alumni further out than my year.