I just stayed up to read week three�s coursework and� instead I watched that celebrity show about those fat ass rich famous people trying to lose weight.� That judge lady�.she�s irritating.� Then I got mad at myself for not reading my coursework and so I ate some cheese and crackers and drank a cup of Pepsi and washed three loads of clothes.� I folded the man�s Spongebob boxers and t-shirts and work clothes and my panties.

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Speaking of panties.� Why do I feel the need to fold panties that are literally just strings?� How do you fold a thong?� I mean really�.all I suppose I really accomplish is straightening strings for later raveling.�

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