okay so this is like the third time I’ve gone to bed just wearing a sports bra and basketball shorts. I usually wear a tshirt and shorts or like pajama pants but its been freaking hot in my room so I don’t even care anymore.
Is it weird that I feel.. Idk. It’s almost like I feel a little better about myself. I wanna say ‘cool’ but I’m not a cool person. I try to be cool but I always end up being dumb when I try or luckily it just end up being funny. But whatever. I’m liking this so I need to go buy me some more sports bras.

My brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish. I’m writing a letter, I can’t write a letter, why can’t I write a letter? I’m wearing a green dress, I wish I was wearing my blue dress, my blue dress is at the cleaners. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue, ‘Casablanca’ is such a good movie. Casablanca, the White House, Bush. Why don’t I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car. I should really take my bicycle to work. Bicycle, unicycle, unitard. Hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants!

Lorelai Gilmore

Also the state of my brain

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