Life's little games

I’m just going to bitch for this entire thing because I’m nervous about my assessment in T-minus 4 hours. I cannot wait until 2:15, at least it’ll be over. Until I have to retake this class. And do it again. But still.

Dear MTA, I hate you. You have made me late every day this week. I made all this effort to go to morning classes….and still missed them. I could be in class now…except there’s 13 minutes left.

Dear government, where the hell is my tax refund? I’m poor.

Dear hair, stop being a bitch. It’s not all your fault. It’s partly due to the weather.

Dear weather, don’t rain today. come onnn.

Dear nerves, don’t fuck up later.

dootdootdoot. Where can I get ice cream at 9AM.. hm.