I can’t, like breathe

I think he’s looking over here

But wasn’t he just making out with Kristi?

Whatever.  Her hair is ratchet.



They envelop my feet with a fuzzy warmth

With their light brown color they never clash

I feel envious eyes as I walk down the halls

I am on top of the world


Pumpkin Spice

Colored leaves fall to the ground

A cold breeze whispers through the trees

Elegant black leggings decorate store windows

The season is upon us