I’m too intelligent to be this exhausted and bored.

Whatever that means…

Feeling melancholy because I aged out of being jail bate….

….now I own 6 blazers and prepare powerpoints

I don’t do coke anymore so I say weird shit at faculty meetings to feel something.

I also start drama between the other professors to remember I’m alive.

I’ve got two people living inside me: a scholar and a slut

Let’s put a pin in that and circle back after lunch

Looking forlorn at a massage parlor