DISASTER..

Labor day weekend is approaching and already I have chest pains. There's nothing worse than having to pack, move, go to a party or two or 4 and be in school at 9am Tuesday all bright eyed and bushy tailed. It going to be a real disaster.

E and El told me that I say the word DISASTER a lot. I never noticed that I did, but I guess theyre right. A couple of weeks ago, I was with a few new friends and apparently I said it and they started looking around outside and in the sky asking me "where?!" "oh no" as if they were missing a tornado or hurricane out the window. They had to explain that I wasnt referring to a natural disaster, but that a disaster was just something I found annoying or bad. Sometimes even referring to a bad meal, movie, person or whatever as a disaster.

DISASTERS..

my cough this past week.
my foggy mood yesterday.
the black and blue on my a**.
AMY WINEHOUSE.
my mon and tues class schedule.
the ride in Els car with bad tunes.
sunday night.
the internet connection in NJ.
the disappearance of my 3 sharpies.
my wrist.
HILLARY CLINTON.
the popcorn at KIPS BAY movie theatre.

You get the drift, yes?

PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE line of the day-



"tell him im not home"
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