listening to fiona apple while writing about sylvia plath is just way to appropriate. loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkkkkkk

so in a world where sometimes you need to just start typing in order to get a few thousand things done, here i am. because

at the end of a very tumultous week i spill red crystal light all over my carpet. but at least it didn’t get on the

i am burned out. i am tired. i am tired of writing this essay. i am mad that my professor gave me one point for

i have been so immersed in eliot’s “little gidding” from “the four quartets” that i actually had a dream about it last night.

i am so hot. my apartment is so hot. the newsroom is hot. its hot outside. whats the deal? i was supposed to get some