today is the day i supposedly find out if I got the EPA Fellowship I applied for in December.
As it is now 2pm and I haven’t gotten an email I probably didn’t get it….unless they sent the me a letter then I have to call home and see if something came in for me.
trying not to be sad
i don’t think people understand that when i watch something, i don’t look for the gay
the gay looks for me
my whole life consists of wondering whether or not to make the bitchy comment
“it’s them” the home depot employees whisper as the hipster bloggers grab paint swatches to write inspirational quotes on
sometimes you’re happy but then you remember that you have unsubsidized student loans
does anyone else have those moments were you go to take a drink from a bottle and for some reason you just dont manage to get it in your mouth and it all dribbles down your chin and shirt and it’s that moment that makes you feel like you couldn’t be more of a failure than you are now
The year is 2058.
The term “hipster” now refers to the roaming bands of vicious hunter gatherers on our contained moon colony.
“the hipsters are coming” I whisper as I hold my family close and pray to newt gingrich