8 Minute Rant

The end is near...let's pray I make it there.

• Eight minutes becomes six in the blink of an eye. I have 6 minutes before I should be at the clinic.
• Rory never came. My heart broke twice. And that is why I died.
• Give a little bit of your love to me.
• I have a 3000 word paper due tomorrow and apparently Eileen is coming to MY house to work on the project. What the hell?? How did that happen?
• I hope she trips on one of the many bras that are littering my floor.
• I hope I don't trip on any of them though.
• Damn I need to do some laundry.
• I am hungry.
• And late.
• You make me complete.
• Apparently my two best features are my bitterness and my butt--don't I sound like a fascinating individual.
• Alycia is on the list. She tried to make me sing bitter days at a party when I didn't even have a drink in my hand.
• It cost me 13 dollars to get home on Friday.
• Scott and I consumed a lot of beer.
• And ice cream.
• Fuck I'm really late.
• Convert.