windchimes and treehouses
i must sit my statistics final tomorrow. whoever woke up one morning and decided it would be a good idea to make studying statistics an educational requirement should DIE. i don't understand it at aaaaalllll... sob. if only i could knot all my worldly possessions in a red polka-dotted handkerchief and run away, like they did in the good old days. i'd make wind-chimes out of interesting things i found in the dump and sell them at the farmer's market, and live in a treehouse that i built myself, on the outskirts of town. maybe i'd get a dog.
why can't we ever just live the way we want to?
posted by 83eggs @ 12:59
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I know what you mean. Someday I want to leave this country and sail off to Madagascar for a year and live with the natives. And work at a crusty bar and sell beer to tourists.
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when was the last time i told you that you are wonderful?
word sister. i read a book once when i was young...yeah. word.
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