Murard Tecsergyn

So I wake up and put on the same bra and t-shirt I was wearing yesterday, because regaurdless of what anyone says about change, my apparent aversion to doing laundry is permanent. (When did the whole world decided what defines a dirty t-shirt, limited, on use, one time only, clothing, throwing it into the laundry so the colors can fade. )

So I spend my first conscious hour of the day in the shower trying to wash the smell of boy sweat off my skin. Because, regardless of your possession of deodorant, you never seem to want to use it. And if I'm a little harsh today, does it really matter, if i just call it my independent change of apathy towards you and me. Because if change is really as necessary as everyone in the hallmark business says it is, how come the only thing you ever changed into was a jack ass.

They say that change is necessary to my independent part of vanity. I say they're full of it. Because I don't remember the last time I didn't wake up feeling like some mediocre writer's cliche character, in a novel that'll only sell 30 copies. So I spend the first 15 minutes of the day brushing my teeth to get the taste of inevitability out of my mouth, and the mirror is telling me that I have every right to be little bit hateful. Because if change is really as important as everyone in the class room says it is, then does it matter that today I am a cliche, and tomorrow I'm in college? So I put on the same jeans I've been wearing for the past week, because regardless of the apparent law that everything must change, my jeans still fit me the same way they did last Monday.