I should count the number of times in a weekend that Laura calls me a slut. If I had kept track, the count would have looked something like this:

My room’s slowly looking more and more organized. It’s small things and overall I hate how messy it is with piles of papers and such everywhere, but I’m slowly getting it down.

Yeah, it’s that day again. If the cake bothers you, Raymi offers a contrast that may suit you better.

but the sun comes up instead