Silly Boys, Flowers are for Girls

Aww, lookie here. Somebody loves me. Sick. I don't much like flowers, they die. Chocolate however lives on eternally in fat deposits throughout my body. Now that is true love.

Today I feel like sitting in the used book store and reading entire novels without even intending to buy them and then attempting to befriend the store clerks who all mysteriously have dread locked hair. Too bad I have a mega-paper to write and then I must study for an exam. Both of which should probably require weeks of preparation, both of which will be given a day.