Preppy is the New Hipster

just barely.
I am exhausted, emotionally, physically and existentially. No time to dwell there is plently this week to keep me distracted from my emotional conundrum. Like:
Cooking, cleaning, shopping tonight
Pamela's birthday dinner tomorrow night
Matthew Barney's lecture wednesday night(note to self buy jar of petroleum)
Black Gold screening at American University on Thursday night
Friday party prep
Saturday Party prep
Squash this weekend
Oh and I am also supposed to fit in, school applications, taxes, mixtapes, window ordering. So yes, I do in fact want to slit my wrists.