tomato

My dad, today, when I told him I was making tomato soup: You wanna know what goes really well with tomato soup?

I said, "Yes. Yes I do. What?"

"A million dollars."

Since I'm scrambling to work on a three-person project alone (it is due tomorrow), it made me really happy.

"Aren't you glad you didn't just settle for the grilled cheese?"

the mysterious circumstances of beverly kenney

Today, someone asked if it was five dollars to get me to go home with him.

He laughed.

I haven't felt right since, and I hate him for affecting me like that, for taking power from me. I hate myself for letting him.

Days like this, you wish you either had a mean right hook or a perfect singing voice.

Mostly the punching, though.