Notes on Today
I hate it when dudes incessantly use my name. We’re having a conversation, bro, therefore I know you’re talking to me.
People throw out the craziest shit.
I am officially a dumpster-diver.
I couldn’t be more sore, but I got $78 for selling my books back, so I’m going to call this day a win.
Time to pack my life away. Where did I even get all this shit from??