21 Days Until the Death of Summer.Posted: July 28, 2008
I’m having stress dreams. I can’t escape school, even now. Apparently my subconscious is busy grappling with issues I did not know I had. Is that why I wake up tired?
On another note, the employees at Peet’s cannot remember my name. I simplify it for them, too. I’m in there at least twice a week if not more often. I even applied for a job there. Still, they tell me they cannot remember it. Bitches.
Oh, and you know what else? So Esther gets packages from Harvard and MIT. You want to know where I get college brochures sent from? THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSOURI. I’m not feeling the prestigious university love, guys.