| Current mood: |  dorky |
Cloudy morning. Humidity to the Max.
Bumper to Bumper traffic.
Arriving the spot sweaty as fuck
feeling like you gotta go take shower again.
Some just getting out of bed
with the same draws on from last night.
People rushing in various direction
similar to the NYSE.
Flip flops.
Tight, Faded,
ripped old jeans
that have not been ironed.
Since Hanna had a puppy
Bruhs smoking on the block
talking about MNF
or some chick from last weekend.
High hills shoes
that sound they make
hitting against the marble tiled floors.
Crapping Florescent lights.
Mildew and bad breathe
and ass mixed together.
Rumble of notebook paper.
Electric pencil sharpeners
Smell of old library and school books.
The aroma of white-out.
My favorite two words
that hold so much many different meaning
so eloquently scribed on the top of my desk
FUCK YOU
with old bubble sticking beneath the seat of chair.
It only week three but its great being back in school.
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