goose fraba

i should not be sitting in front of this computer and typing this nonsense. i should be holding a business law book and a calculator. i should be drilling a hole with my ass at the quad bench, where i sit at for hours studying. but im not, and i am here. what the heck?! im not making sense. forgive me. im just hard pressed and writing has become a therapy for me.

now where was my sane senses again?