halaka ukelele


In class today I wrote the date as 3/3. How strange, right? Dates are so irrelevant. What if it were March? It wouldn’t matter.

God, I could kill for some mac and cheese. I miss it. My roommate moved out. She took her microwave. Would it be weird if I asked my neighbor to use theirs? I’m just too lazy to walk all the way to the kitchen. I’ll probably get a new roommate by the end of this week…I’m really kind of terrified. I actually typed microwave instead of roommate, isn’t that funny?

For now, I’ve got to clean up this pomegranate. I’m not even kidding, it splattered all over the place. I’m sure fruit is not this hard to eat in a real house.


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