Literally though my next door neighbors think I worship Satan and practice witchcraft. It probably has something to do with the bizarre smells constantly wafting from our kitchen and I guess one of them walked by and saw me picking fur off of a squirrel skeleton yesterday so whoops.
One time I thought this girl’s name was Jade Witch all weekend and I kept thinking damn how was your mom okay with that but then it turned out her name was Jane Welch and I guess that’s New Years in Iowa City for you :I
Did I ever mention that these meds give me a skull-splitting migraine and I have to walk really slowly so my brain doesn’t explode and I can never seem to wipe a grimace from my face so all my neighbors think I hate them?
Friend: What was that post about on tumblr you made the other day? Me: Which post? Friend: That post about [fill in the blank], you seemed a little upset. Me: Oh, that was just me being over dramatic. Friend: Me: Friend: Me: It’s a Tumblr thing. Friend: Me: Friend:
My mom thinks I’ve e-mailed my professors and explained to them that some bizarre undiagnosable super virus has kept me from school all week when in reality I haven’t said anything at all. I feel more ””’“‘mysterious and elusive”’”“”’ that way. Maybe when I come back to class I can just tell them I’d been held captive in Tijuana?