Twincest is wrong, unless it’s well written.
s o b b i n g
bitch we know. ok calm your tits. like it really matters anyways
when i say something nice about my cousin i don’t say
“no incest guys but that shirt makes you look good kayla”
or when i’m talking to a little kid’s parents i don’t say
“no pedo but your kid is so adorable”
I meant to wake up at 10 for my 11:30 music lesson and instead rolled out of bed at 11:17. Okay, not a great start, but —
I thought I had everything in order for my huge astronomy project, but then I realized that maybe I only had 50% of it done.
So I sat in the library for fifty minutes before class, doing nothing but worrying. Seriously. That was all I did. I sat there and worried. For fifty minutes.
Class began. And I worried for another eighty minutes before turning in my project at the end, quickly talking to the professor and realizing that I had done everything just fine.
Let’s take a moment to reflect on the fact that I spent 130 minutes doing pretty much nothing except solid worrying.
GPOY, right? ALL DAY EVERY DAY.
I had like fifteen other fails throughout the day but I spent so long talking about my astronomy project just now that I don’t even feel like writing about anything else. Not that my day was really even that bad. These are like the pettiest, stupidest problems ever.
‘cept for my computer, I suppose. It would be cool if that stupid piece of shit would charge, but it won’t. So I’m in a school computer lab.
YES LEAH, CLEARLY YOU HAVE PROBLEMS. YOU ATTEND A UNIVERSITY WITH A BAJILLION COMPUTERS FOR YOU TO USE AND YET YOU’RE UNHAPPY.
I was going to write something meaningful. Or at least something kind of pretty. That was the plan.
Instead I’m going to post this.