senior year of high school i had the battiest old lady for my ap lit class and we had to get up and present a poem and i totally forgot to memorize one so i got up in the front of the room and recited “hotel california” word for word with a straight face and everyone was like cracking up and the teacher gave me a hundred for being “insightful and poetic”
if i ever get arrested i have a few concerns:
- who is going to run my blog
I’m just saying
I am Pål. He is I.
Not with your current attitude
did good on my bread final
no no no no. you did well, not good. you do well, you are good.
thanks for the grammar lesson but I don’t need it. I’m majoring in bread
color combos are fun.
why am i even going to art school
i’ve just learned it all here
I am in here because I am no different from anybody else in here. I made bad choices. I committed a crime. And being in here is no-ones fault but my own.
Apparently it’s not socially acceptable for a man to invite another man out just for coffee or to go out for a meal, in case it’s perceived as a date. Like it’s fine if you wanna go to the pub and drink beer and have a chat but make it non-alcoholic and suddenly you’re not straight anymore? You can go to the cinema together but ONLY if it’s an action movie. You guys can’t even just go shopping with each other. Oh masculinity, so fragile, so strange.