21 Days Until the Death of Summer.

I’m having stress dreams. I can’t escape school, even now. Apparently my subconscious is busy grappling with issues I did not know I had. Is that why I wake up tired?

On another note, the employees at Peet’s cannot remember my name. I simplify it for them, too. I’m in there at least twice a week if not more often. I even applied for a job there. Still, they tell me they cannot remember it. Bitches.

Oh, and you know what else? So Esther gets packages from Harvard and MIT. You want to know where I get college brochures sent from? THE UNIVERSITY OF MISSOURI. I’m not feeling the prestigious university love, guys.

1 Response to “21 Days Until the Death of Summer.”


  1. 1 Michael E. July 29, 2008 at 9:09 pm

    Oh, speaking of Peet’s forgetting people’s names, I forgot to tell you today that they changed my name to “Mitchell.” I mean, come on!, Michael is only like the 2nd most common name in the United States! Seriously, how hard can it be to pronounce?


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