*written to a stacato piano chord beat*
It's a very sad thing to be stuck on the sunny side of lane by yourself eating an ice cream sundae that you absolutely cannot enjoy because not only are you lactose intolerant...but you're just not in the mood. I'm jealous.
It's a very aggravating thing to walk into lane and not find anything for yourself to eat except another day another bagel (which for some reason tastes like onion...even though it's cinnimon...) I'm jealous.
It's very pathetic to be blogging in a race against the time it takes your computer to die because you aren't anywhere near an outlet and you have no hope of finding one. I'm jealous.
It's a very silly thing to be surrounded on both sides by tables full of laughing, chatting people as you look longingly at ice cream you can't eat and count down the hours until Into the Woods gets out. I'm jealous.
It's a very stupid thing to be secretly jealous of an inanimate object that steals so many of your friends every night for a week and leaves you by yourself on the sunny side of lane with ice cream you can't eat. I'm jealous.
My computer died.
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