me doing homework:
- pees
- checks fridge
- drinks water
- *looks at clock*
- “i still have plenty of time”
- scrolls tumblr
- opens youtube for relaxing music-
- then finding myself watching cute cats and dogs
- opens new tab to finally start homework but instead types tumblr.com
- “i need a 15 min break i deserve this”
- *30 mins after, still scrolling through my dash*
- *staring at the wall trying to find the answers
- but ends up thinking what i’ll eat next*
- *looks around trying to find someone to blame for my life*
- *does something irrelevant*
- “im so tired!!!“
- *sleeps*
- *wakes to pee*
- *looks at clock*
- *cries*
i love saying fuck me because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly
my plan is to jog in a zip code where the average house is $1 million dollars. i jog everyday. i run into the trophy wives jogging club. we jog past each other so often, they’re forced to interact with me. we’re friends now. i’m invited places. i meet other millionaires, men who love me. i marry the richest, using an alias. throughout the first year of marriage, i’m moving assets and cash to an off shore bank account. i fake my own death on our anniversary. he’s heartbroken.
i started jogging in a new million dollar neighborhood. i’ve just made friends with the local jogging crew headed by ashtonlynn and brotyna “chichi” who has a single millionaire brother,
Is there any version of this plan where I don’t have to jog
u only have to jog past the ladies which is like 46 seconds. suck it up for the fraud of it all
cobx:
rip to the songs we love but dont listen to anymore bc they are associated with bad memories