Fuck UVA’s supplement.
Fuck “school” tomorrow.
Fuck all this uncertainty.
Can we just fast-forward to January, please?
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away
No light, no light
Tell me what you want me to say
- Ally: Oh my God, guys. Someone actually egged, milked, pickled, and ketchup'd my mom's car.
- Me: Samara, did she actually just turn all of those foods into verbs? Please tell me she didn't.
- Kim: Honey, let's go to the mall.
- Kris: But Kim, we just came from the mall.
- Kim: I want a divorce.
The fact that I never have anything to do on a Saturday night makes me depressed as hell!
Why did this week have to exist?
God, please just take it back.