(Caption: Cover of my chapbook, Yield to Disaster and self-portraitish--
notice the birth mark on the left ankle-- that's me)
except I don't.
I'm living off Easy Mac and Coca-Cola because I can't afford anything else, and too proud to ask for $$$. I'll be okay. I think I have a tootsie roll somewhere that'll last me.
Anyway, the death of me is close to an end. That made no sense. I meant to say that I'm on my last paper, and it's due in oh, nine hours. Actually, I don't even know. I just need to get it done before Dean's thing tomorrow. Oh Dean.
I'm bleeding from my uterus, and nothing can be done about it. Well, there's that but ew.
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