I WILL NOT KEEP UP WITH THIS
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When I walked from my studio to my car at 2 am tonight, a male temple student, an educated man, asked me if I would like to share his umbrella in an uncomforable manner. It was barely drizzling even, and my obvious polite answer was no thanks. Then he told me if I wanted to get wet he could make me get wet. Scared and disgusted, I plainly told him that was offensive and walked away. He then proceeded to Loudly vocalize judgements of my clothing, deem me a hispter, and basically assert that I didn’t deserve respect anyway because of this. Why why why why why. I am so exhausted from this constant bullshit. This is ridiculous.
ODE TO THE HAIRS ON MY HEAD
oh hairs, oh little dark dark brown hairs
i like you. yes, you are not too bad.
why, oh why, have some of you changed on me?
have you occupied a better head?
i spoil you, i condition you greatly
i brush you on alternating days
sometimes i fix you in a happy little bun
don’t you appreciate how i care for you?
i write beautiful poems to you
you can’t even read and so i read them to you;
oh hairs, oh pretty little not so dark hairs,
how dare you turn whitey white white on me.
FIN.
NO TIME EVER FOR ANYTHING NEVER ANY AT ALL.
my day today reading a million texts and monitoring the tool cage in the wood shop. UGhhhhhh
to do list for tonight:
go to wawa and buy strawberry banana smoothie. worked hard today and need a fucking smoothie you know?
buy something to stop my nose from being runny and gross
order new glasses online
check out grad school application things
actually reading 80p for mosaics about marijuana knowing it has to please us to survive as a plant.
its 11pm, GO!
