In my disappointment I read Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes- Th nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs- The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, and Yesterday,or Centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go rond- Of Ground, or Air, or Ought- A Wooden way Regardless grown, A Quartz contentment, like a stone- This is the Hour of Lead- Remembered, if outlived, As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow- ...
Oh the days of creeping on Kevin they seem so far away. I am excited because Izzy is coming to visit him/me next weekend <3 Also this week is Kevin’s birthday so this is in his honor
I am physically incapable of finishing this essay
People have had to write so many already, but this is my first this year. I really should have started it last week. Its due at 5pm today. This is who I am, this is how I torture myself. Because I know my brain is going to go completely catatonic in a about 5 minutes if I keep trying to write this thing. My professor is going to give me a look the next time I see her…and its going to...
Something I have done with my time here.
I miss rubbing deodorant on Henry.
please don’t kiss me on the head. You are not my mom. I don’t even let my mom kiss me, anywhere. I know you want to greet me with affection. I am a grumpy old man.
Suggest Names for This Sloth
aaronlindt: anderson: What should we name the sloth from today’s show? died and gone to heaven
What a gem dawnlatron: Oh Glen, this is for you Neenz..
Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?