you don't have to say what you did
i sip my third cup of coffee of the day, staring out the window and admiring the wind in the trees. i'm supposed to be working on my essay, that twenty page anthropolgy beast that's due on friday. or maybe studying for that latin test on wednesday. or maybe reading the symposium or that classics reading i need to catch up on....
instead, i sip my coffee, look out the window and day dream for a bit.
"you forgot to mention that you were listening to justin timberlake." damn it! foiled again by the inner voice. i guess i cannot even keep my sad little obsession with bad pop music a secret.
ah ha ha....umm.....yeah. so sometimes i feel the need for bad pop music.
we all have our weak moments.