This blog post is a shout out to Lisa.
This blog post is not a shout out to how Lisa ditched out on me on what could've been an epic all-nighter of paper writing.
This blog post is not a shout out to how I slept through my alarm this morning.
This blog post is a shout out to Mark Twain.
This blog post is a shout out to Sylvia Plath.
This blog post is a shout out to 25%-off-poetry-sales-at-the-BYU-Bookstore-combined-with-poor-spending-habits.
This blog post is not a shout out to ennui/incredible lack of motivation despite dreadfully impending finals, tests, packings, movings, leavings, and missings.
Holler.
2 comments:
Holla, Mark Twain, Sylvia Plath, sleeping in, and books on sale.
Ex-nay on the olla-hay for sleeping through alarms, me being lame and ditching out on all-nighters, and other of the lamer things in life.
But holla at you. And holla at me, maybe.
Holla.
(By the way, saying the word holla always reminds me of challah bread--that braided Jewish bread that is so good? Yeah, that stuff.)
this is magical.
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