This is the 7th time I’ve woken up at 5:30am to come downtown to take this fucking drug class for my probation and of course it’s full AGAIN and I have to come back another day. The fucking judicial system is fucked. I swear, if I don’t take this class tomorrow morning I am going to slit someone’s throat. I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON AND THEY KEEP FUCKING WITH MY MORNINGS.
i love that fall has a feeling, it’s not even the taste of smoke and barbeque in the air or the smell of wet dead leaves, it’s like a palpable feeling against your skin. it reminds me of renaissance festivals and cider barns and long highway drives to lawrence with the trees all sunset-shaded on the side of the road and cold night bonfires and guys i really fucking love autumn