Wednesday is the deadline for my thesis and I still have to make at least 50.. no make that 60 pages of postmodernity-being-inconsistent-that's-why-graphic-novels-is-part-of-it thingy.
and guess what? Im typing my hours away when I'm supposed to be doing it! wahahahaha...f*ck.
My classmates have been asking us what's the easier way to do suicide.. even planning to do mass suicide. Where we would jump off a cliff and let a truck of tractor sweep our bodies away and laugh when they see that our skulls have nothing inside...
Before, I would agree to this. But now.. thinking that I have a boyfriend who is so unconventional and could be mistaken as a boss of a mafia makes me brush the idea away. Its just a f*cking thesis for God's sake. I would not lose my life full of his love just because of it! :D
Yeah.. this is how I really am. Im working my ass off but still has time for cheesiness. I just love him so much.
So I choose the former this time.
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