go ahead and slam down my curls.

overslept.

i can't blame myself though.

but i will anyway.

just unfortunate.

like most of the happenings.

this week.

what is going on with the cosmos.

late on monday.

sorry.

tuesday puzzles.

"misdiagnosed"

"atypical antipsychotic"

not words you want to hear in the morning.

wtf does all this mean.

i'm not really all that positive.

i really don't understand how all this works.

i probably should have read up on it.

and not been so quick to jump on the wagon.

crossword tuesdays.

it's like a tunnel of meanings.

and crossings.

i don't even know what some of them mean.

oh well.

wednesday hustle.

get through everything.

and get over yourself.

creepy salsa guy.

my eyes are mhmm you guessed it UP HERE.

trade you back for my asian lady.

so much pressure.

thursday sleepiness.

oh i can't forget the monday break.

down.

what more could i do.

urban fare.

hip hop IS LOVE.

midnight.

shitastic deaths.

throw some pez.

just for the hell of it.

i know you better.

and you know me worse.

slide down the hill.

whoops.

one isn't going to kill you.

i can't help but think it just might.

i will be away.

and you'll lecture me.

nothing i haven't heard before.

i just forget how you don't get the whole thing.

and have gotten used to the idea by now.

because so many others have.

flores rosas.