The brutality of my creative writing class.
So in this creative writing class I’m taking we’re doing critiques of each other’s work, and their shit is fucking awful. I’m reading this one story and it’s reminding me of a story I read that Dawn’s 7 year old cousin wrote, and these are fucking college kids.
I feel like if these were normal people I knew, I would try to have them institutionalized for their own good.
And yet, one has repeatedly run for president.
Worst Sign Ever
Unfortunately, Maria didn’t have a camera with her while she was on lunch break.
Location: Ghetto Jewelry Store, Downtown Crossing, Boston, MA
WEDDING BAND,S
Wrong on multiple levels