blah blah blah. so much time and so little to say. i feel as though i'm inadequate, reading other's words and knowing that my own rudimentary skills may never awaken anything in anyone.

rude awakening for an aspiring writer of sorts. at least i think i am, that's what the whole english major thing is about. right right?

blah.

what's today, the sixth? i go home in four days. thank fucking god. i'm finally going home, where i will celebrate by finding somewhere to have a few smirnoff ices. mmmmmm smirnoff, how i love thee. hence why i could not be sxe.

that and the whole smoking like a chimney thing, though i really am trying to quit. i can't afford it. i need to go hit adam up for cash soon.

adam's my ex. apparently he sells drugs to stupid little raver candy kids now, and he's gonna sell drugs to get me out of debt. he's still in love with me for some reason.

ordinarily, the thought that someone was going to do something very very illegal to get me money would bother me. but since it's fucking adam, i really don't care. it's not like i can be tied to it in any way.