My college was so chill that the entrance exam included a portion where you had to make a pipe out of a soda can and smoke half of an ounce of weed with it.
I’m just joking. That wasn’t part of the exam. That was just something I did while I was taking it. I don’t think I was graded for it. I wish, though. I probably would have gotten in.
I want to wake up and smell the cold forest air, I want to feel the soft moss under my bare feet as I sip tea. I don’t want to worry about what time it is or whats going to happen next. I just want to be.
I’m wearing a shirt that says “My eyes are up here” and it has an arrow pointing to a picture of boobs and the picture and text are on the back of the shirt and I’m wearing a sweater over it so you can’t even see it.
I applied for a job and the application had a section for hobbies and I couldn’t really think of anything so I put “peeing” and I got the job and now I’m the president. I’m not the president of the company, I’m the president of The United States Of America.
Could you vibe on these pan-kicks?