My favorite day is coming up this Thursday. Probably the best day of the best month. So romantic and not at all depressing.
Jokes.
Jokes on jokes upon jokes.
I hate the month of February.
Only because I have no one to be gimmicky and cutesy with, booo. Okay, also because it's so short and I'm never actually productive enough during this time.
So I thought I'd offer a picture of Brussels sprouts because most people hate them but that might be because they don't sautee them in excessive amounts of butter and bacon fat.
Plus chestnuts for fanciness and added deliciousness.
So what will I be doing this Thursday? I believe watching the least romantic movie with other single females and eagerly going to the post office to pick up my food science books.
Encountering serious issues with my life.
If you could squeeze out the number of fucks I give... it would be just barely more than my self esteem.
"Senioritis"?
Inability to accept I'm not still abroad?
Wasting my time?
Rediscovering and reprioritizing some things...?
EDIT: also because my terribly unproductive weekend was followed by the rude awakening I very much expected but am still upset about.
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