I Seriously Need to Stop Fucking Around

Oh my Jesus Christ, I am not getting my academic shit done.

Instead of reading The Republic by Plato last night, I ended up going to dinner with a friend and staying in his room until three in the fucking morning. We watched Hocus Pocus (wonderful movie, by the way), talked about filming a gender reversed “Backpacker Bush” video, and ate a good ass meal. I had vegetable soup, so much bread, a steak and fries, vegetables, apple pie, and vanilla ice cream. I could barely walk afterwards, but I don’t regret a single damn thing!

And today, instead of doing my math problem set, I ended up eating curry and a carton of strawberry cheesecake ice cream at some of my other friends’ apartment.

I HAVE TO STOP EATING SO MUCH.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, and I need to finish that math problem set.

And study for two midterms on Monday. D: D: D:

Fucking college.

Fucking me.

And I haven’t updated Devil in an Armani Suit in such a long time. AG.

BTW, please check out the first three chapters on either Wattpad or Fictionpress:

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/3217065/1/Devil-in-an-Armani-Suit

http://www.wattpad.com/story/23893039-devil-in-an-armani-suit

More will come eventually.

At least I’m selling some copies of Bitter Candy on Amazon and making a little money. Sure, I shouldn’t drop out of college and pursue a writing career, but it’s a little extra pocket change.

If only we could all be literary sensations like E.L. James…