so today i was putting air in my bike tire
and my bike fell on my head
and it hurt but i was okay after i iced it
and i went to scratch my head just now
and
dried
blood
you guys i could have died of bike
tomorrow i’m going to my little brother’s elementary school with him
because it’s “special person’s day”
and he asked me
to be his special person
my perfect boyfriend is made up of a bunch of qualities that could not coexist in one actual human being
every time i go to the dining hall and there are earl grey tea bags, i take two or three, because they have them so rarely and it’s my favorite kind of tea and i need one for now and a few for when i just need some tea at home.
this leads to me putting the extra tea bags wherever i can. because i feel the need to hide them from the people who swipe our cards at the dining hall (are we allowed to do it? idk. it’s the sneakiest i really get. let me have my fun.), i end up just sticking them in the closest places to my hands and forgetting about them. and then i’ll put them in my room and forget about them again.
so i’ll open the side pocket of my backpack
THREE TEA BAGS
reach into my coat pocket that i haven’t worn in a month
A TEA BAG
reach under stack of books
TWO TEA BAGS
open pajama drawer
TEA BAG
sit down, feel strange papery thing under my butt, check back pocket
TWO TEA BAGS
i’m just waiting to open a closet and have a sea of tea bags rain down on me
which would be awesome
if i’m with two or three or five at most people i can be really hilarious and entertaining
any more than that
especially when they’re drunk
i just sit in the back and make no noise and people forget i’m there until someone accidentally whacks me in the nose with their elbow
so that’s a synopsis of my night
