so girls can have a fuckin roof over their heads,
now get in the kitchen and make me some chicken pot pie
Why do we write?
Why are we white?
I’m not white—I have a melanin deficiency.
I’m depresed
Where is your God now?
[another hand] Kicking the shit out of yours . . .
I am a sock
I am an island
And a sock feels no pain
Finals rock
I love finals
I miss her so much.
[another hand] Too bad she screwed your roommate.
They don’t have towel racks though!
God is the greatest imaginable cheesecake
Keepin it boo!
Don’t read the writing—WORK!
1 comment:
I remember some hype shit on my 4th floor carrel back in my thesis days.
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