"hey jessica, what's up?"

"oh hey sports bra, what's the haps"

"oh you know, girl, keepin' it real keepin' it real"

"word"

"so what you up to?"

"oh you know, waking up, getting ready for work, same ol' same ol'"

"word word...uh, hey jessica, you know it's been a long time, girl..."

"yeah, i know sports bra, baby, but you know what happened the last time i wore you,"

"true true...but hey, look, you know you don't want to wear that black bra again, it needs to be washed...and that white lacy thing is a straight bitch! she won't support you like i will, girl"

"yeah, she's a pain sometimes...do you mean it, though? you'll support me for reals this time?"

"shit girl, i know you rock tha hardcore! i'll be all up in your sit, cupping, supporting...it'll be like god himself is holding your titties in all their round womanly glory!"

"hmm..i don't know..."

"seriously, baby, you'll be blingin'..

come on, shorty, for old time's sake??"

"well...do you swear?"

"on odb's holy soul"

"alright, get over here, sports bra!"

well, it's been four hours and let me tell you, people: SPORTS BRA IS A LIAR.

thank god i am wearing my sweet new brown cardigan, or else i'd be so bummed right now.

oh, and by the way:

IT WAS 26 DEGREES WHEN I LEFT FOR WORK THIS MORNING.

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that's right. there was frost on my car. there! was! frost! on! the! ground!!

my nose almost fell off, it was so cold.

i just read it's going to be 6 degrees in cr on thursday night.

ho-lee crappola.

i really wish i had some coca-cola right now. i just have some stupid water.

I JUST SNEEZED REALLY LOUD AND NO ONE BLESSED ME

I WORK WITH A BUNCH OF BARBARIANS

i cannot believe it's only 1030. i am so fucked for the rest of the day. i have already kicked ass at my assignments.

i wish i could just go when i finished with my work. that would be mad wicked sweet.

i know that i am rambling. it's hard to keep a steady train of thought when you are constantly straightening the straps of your lying sports bra.

i got a permachill this morning, so i am wearing my scarf. the other people can bite it if they don't like it.

i actually went to bed early last night. worst dreams, i can't even remember them now.

whatever war is going on in my psyche right now can suck it. i just want to have nice dreams again.

i wish everyone utilized john hughes slang.