Gail: *swears she isn't listening to this song on repeat*
Gail: . . .
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.