| Bea: Can I ask you a personal question?
Me: Is it about vaginas?
Bea: It's about how much vaginas cost. |
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| My third short story for my fiction class is finished! At a whopping 32 pages, no less, which is my excuse for being done only a half an hour before I have to post it on Blackboard. It is the epic tale of libraries and aliens. Hmm, I wonder what experince I based that on? |
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| I am so tired. I am going to go nap/go to bed, even though I'm not even halfway done with my short story that's due tomorrow. The narcolepsy will not be denied. |
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| I know I'm a difficult person to be friends with. I know it's lame that whenever you all try to make plans, they have to revolve around my afternoon nap. I know it's hard to call/text/ring the doorbell and not get an answer for three or four hours because Noah and I are slugged in the bed.
But I also know that you never complain, you never bring it up, you never joke about it and you always welcome me with open arms when I call three hours after your text, sleepy-voiced and apologetic, and are completely ready to hang out with me even though I stood you up in my sleep.
Thank you all for being my friends, despite the narcolepsy. |
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