The thing about cutting a knuckle is that it takes FOREVER to heal, because you are always ruining the scab by doing crazy things like bending your finger or taking a shower.
I kind of hate my writing class. For all the wrong reasons, essentially because I am selfish and arrogant.
Occasionally, I want to be dating or married purely so that someone else can do the tasks that feel too tiring for me. Things like filing taxes, calling someone about that weird sound in the sink, creating a website or picking up fresh vegetables when I am all out. (A good roommate can be somewhat like this – on Sunday, Nadine put my laundry in the dryer when I realized that I wouldn't be home until 11 o'clock and couldn't go to bed until my sheets were dry.)
My hair needs cutting but I am cheap and indecisive so it's just getting longer and dead-er and frizzier. It looks awful and it's MY OWN FAULT.
I wish I was good at everything.