March 2011
17 posts
Now
She sat in the dimly lit kitchen at the table, one leg under her bottom, hence the tingly sensation of being slightly asleep, but she was too lazy to reposition her lower body. Letting her nails dry from the “Gray by Gray” she had just painted them with, she decided to ponder over the D”+” she had gotten on her paper last week, the A she had received on her midterm last...
