man t has been in a funk lately. not that i can blame him - this college that he's supposed to start on monday (MONDAY, mind you) is being such a pain in the ass. he's a transfer student - so in order to register for classes on saturday he needs to know what he's already gotten credit for - makes sense, oui? this is what he has been trying to figure out for the last three weeks. "we don't have your transcripts, please send them to us, of wait, yes we do, but can you send us three more copies...what are you talking about, we don't have your transcripts...oh i suppose the other office has them, they'll fax them over if they have them....oh wait we looked five feet away and here they are! but no one's looked at it yet it will take a couple weeks to sort it out...in the meantime, go ahead and pay your ridiculously overpriced tuition and instead of starting classes you can sit at home twiddling your dick, how does that sound?"

i'd be in a funk too. the only thing with him is that he can't compartmentalize his funk-ness. if one thing sucks, then everything sucks - which is so fun to live with, let me tell you. at least when i'm in a shitty mood i make sure he knows it has nothing to do with him and i try to stay sweet in other areas. try.

starving + bleeding