February is not the bus that you missed by 1 minute. February is the bus that never came. February left you standing in the wet, wet snow.
February is 3 work shifts and $108. February is not enough money to start a savings account because there are no savings.
February is never leaving your house on weekends. February is a broken promise. February made me spiteful and cynical and bitter.
February is an annotated bibliography.
(February is an exorcise in bullshit.)
February is Monday everyday.
These are my thoughts/feelings:
I am not going to finish A Farewell to Arms.
I need a hair cut.
This is why I hated February:
1. Integrative Seminar
2. Text Summaries
3. Ann Veronica
4. This semester fucking sucks?
5. I missed the bus every day by 10 seconds.
6. everything else
I have so much rage it's kind of scaring me. I mean I kind of wanting to elbow an old man in the face yesterday.
There's this song that kind of summarizes how I feel about February, it's called "I Hate Everyone" by Get Set Go and you should listen to it.
Some stupid chick in the check out line
was paying for beer with nickels and dimes
and some old manic with coupons
argued whenever they wouldn't take one.
All I wanted to was buy some cigarettes
but I couldn't take it anymore so I left.
I hate everyone.
Alright. Let's go, March!