X-mess

"Look how sweaty I am after just a half-hour"
Christmas mice Christmas mice
"It starts at 6:30"
email me or something

I can make myself not think of things
in the ways I tend to think of things.

Johnny Carson's entire life.
Eggnog and the sleeves don't fit. (Is that
a natural progression? Fuck fuck.)

I hate these home for the holidays things.
What to do what to do about ______
feeling ______.

These blanks do not denote a thing. My grades
are back and 2 A's, A plus, A minus, B plus.
(You were there when I was upset about that last)
(I just couldn't bullshit that class) I have a fucking
3.9 cumulative GPA which I assume means
I am intelligent(?)

Marry X-mess. Just do it.