Had me dying
I am in my living room, I can hardly breathe, it has nothing to do with my respiration, but with the three women who are chain-smoking cigarettes in the kitchen. Their clouds if smoke float through the ceilings of our small New York apartment and descend directly above me.
I am sitting, typing on my laptop. I should be finishing my final paper. What I really want is to go to sleep. That will all be very possible very soon. School is almost over, and when it is, I will finally… be free of commitments for an entire 11 days.
The birthday card I got for Andrew; I printed and cut out some pictures, his favourite Pokémon is Emolga and he’s OBSESSED with wine…even though he JUST turned 18.
So this is for you Andrew, you’re fierce and classy as hell!
Sorry I didn’t have the chance to give this to you personally, but I hope this makes you smile. :)
I’m crying this is so perfect. Thank you so much *weeps tears of wine*





