i think i have very strange relationships with people in my life.

one is strangely domestic.

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• fuck i am SO 
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• BEHIND

ok... now what do i do?

all the possibilities, i'm sure you've heard

that's what you get when you let your heart win

how to pick girls up in an elevator

hahaha the look of derision on his face when i mentioned isye, and how quickly it slid off when i mentioned being a grad student. actually pretty hilarious.

also, not a sno cone's chance in hell.

(sno cones are more delicious than snowballs.)

ugh, terribly obvious

huh.

UNTIL THEN, LALALALALA





in other news, someone should rename grad school "That Place Where You Learn To Babysit Socially Inept Indians and Talk to Foreigners"

that is all.

pay no mind

so at student center training, mike and i switched name tags. i had nowhere to stick it after it was over, so i put it on my wallet. after being like HAY LOOK today, he was like "i stuck mine on my external hard drive :D" and i was like :O you didnt throw it away! so his external is probably named janet now.

mike is pretty much the best thing ever :)