5:47am
4th August 2011
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I’m awake and I can’t go to sleep —-what the fuck ? -______- Maybe it was the cake from my nephews’ cool party yesterday at shakey’s that’s making me sick (I only ate one mojo—bitch). Or maybe it’s cause tomorrow I’m having breakfast with Evan’s friends and family (—fuck me, I don’t wanna mess this up). Time to look pretty, time look decent, time to shave my sideburns off so I don’t look like a cheap ethnic Elvis…ugh. Time to look pretty and talk pretty and use my freaken English to stop the native kids from staring. Speak like I have a plan: “I’m graduating with a degree in English and anthropology this spring, and attending grad school in the fall.” Don’t ask me for what bitch. I’m getting a “terminal” degree in poetry. Bitch. Bite my dick off. My brother’s wife’s dad said the cake was:
“the cat’s pajamas.”
Maybe it’s good, maybe it’s bad
