apatheticGail: . . .
Gail: *lies*
Gail: ...okay. So maybe. Just once.
Gail: *cough*
Gail: . . .
Gail: FINE! Twice!!
....
So. I finished my English essay. One full page, single spaced. It's about my room. Biggest pile of unpolished shit ever. But that's what Weatherby wants...
And I don't know what I'll do now. Maybe read?
Hmmm...Blonde or Ishmael?
Or just hang around online? Whatever.
Words can't describe my love for this song. Truly.
