9/26 journal

if froid and samuel were in a rom com, this would have been a thing. doesn't take a genius to decide who is who.

LANGUAGE DISCLAIMER: this is made with english. sometimes english drops the f-bomb when you encounter someone you hate.

9/26
You're at the ramen stand right by the quad. That ramen place is the only worthwhile place to eat at around here. How dare you. I haven't eaten or slept in two days, all because of the class you're the TA for, that has taken upon itself to become my new lifestyle. How dare you. Look at you, all well-rested and eager to get your huge bowl of miso buckwheat ramen. If only you got some sort of rabid food poisoning and you had to spend two days not sleeping or eating. How about YOU take on that lifestyle.

How am I, you ask? What do you think you can hide behind your schadenfreude, behind some sort of well-worn politeness? Fuck you, I just want my ramen to go so I can watch my face bloat up from the MSG and sodium in peace. YOUR face doesn't bloat up, doesn't it? That's because you have the metabolism of an ecstasy-riddled baby squirrel.

Have I written a response paper to the poem you published, you ask? No. I've just been sitting on my ass for two days trying to escape and join a Colombian drug cartel so I can give you some cocaine laced with dishwasher soap and watch you go into shock.

Why am I just staring at you, you ask? Sorry, I've just not slept in a while. Thats all. See you in class later. Enjoy your ramen.

Fucker.