Vuck Volleyball, I write for NO sports team
I'm listening to Tracy Chapman in the basement with the hood of my black sweatshirt up trying to write the volleyball story I was assigned to for newspaper. I decided that I'm only going to write until my laptop batteries die or I run out of female power ballads. UGH. A piece of cracker just got sucked under the "V" key on the keyboard. I hope that crumb doesn't affect my ability to type the word volleyball.
Nope. Looks like every thing is vine.
posted by Margie at
6:46 PM
1 Comments:
Okay, let me see. You made your poor parents send you to the middle of no where????? and shop at Walmart. Then you are not just happy as can be jumping around and enjoying each and every moment in MidWEST HELL.... Just wait till the jello comes out and the tornado's swing around. I am sure that you don't have to stay for four years. I am calling CPS.
Have you noticed there is nothing in the middle of the country of any value, except corn fields, from the top so the Cascades to the Holland Tunnel????????? There is a reason everyone took the Oregon Trail and went all the way to the coast because it was not a fun place.
I love that you are there and are having a good time. College is all about the 3:00 am runs. It is good to be far away when you get arrested and fall in love with a dweeb and wreck your friends parents car and..... Maybe you can get Netflix out there but then maybe not. Good luck and thanks for the link. Kira and Kavic and Jane are coming to dinner tonight.
12:36 PM
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