Last night I walked out of the music building with a sore throat and after listening to some brass quintets and the air smelled just like the apple sheesha at my favorite "coffee house." It reminded me of last winter, sitting at a table with the StarvedArtist just eating hummus and not smoking because I wasn't eighteen yet.

Yesterday in one of my classes, a girl that I think is fun and cool sat down in front of me, and she's kind of fat and she was wearing these big flesh-colored granny panties that stuck out like a mile above her pants and I kind of chuckled to myself because she's funny and can get away with that sort of thing. But this chick next to me made this awful face and was like, "Oh my Gaaaaaawwwwwwd, do you see that?" And I wanted to tell her that it's not a crime to be ugly, but instead I just looked at her blankly.

posted at 10:38 AM by Alison

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