Lawrence, Kansas:
Someone should write a love song for you. I’m calling for a little ditty of adventurous affection, pride, loss, and homoerotic sexual tension. Wait, I’m sure every one of those facets are somehow hidden within KU’s fight song.
OH SICK BURN.
Honestly, I like you, Lawrence. Yesterday, you graciously opened your arms for Erik and I to exploit the very core of your insides: The University and Massachusetts Street.
I gotta say one thing to you, though, Lawrence, KU’s campus is preposterously perplexing! I’m trying to accept our relationship, but you have to realize this is not a one sided ordeal. I can not keep visiting you with the intentions to someday wholly understand you. You must make all parts of you easy to get around. This is called compromise, and adults do it in healthy relationships.
This was just a tiny bump in our day together.
I thoroughly enjoyed watching a handful of terrible actors fighting for one common goal. I however, pretended they were all struggling to see who the worst act could be, it made for a much more interesting situation.
If anyone mentions three exceptionally gregarious souls on Massachusetts street, I was part of them, Lawrence.
Just let your employees at Urban Outfitters know that no matter what, they work in retail in a college town. Tell em’ they aren’t in any way more exclusive than the next fabricated hipster, so do their fucking jobs and stop snubbing their customers.
Let em’ know, L, that Jessabelle used to work at Urban Outfitters and never found that undeserved sense of entitlement that these people held.
Just another little jar, I promise.
We can get through this too, if we want to.
I really felt something when you let Erik and I discover uncharted parts of town while reaching a moment of absolute and euphoric stoney-ness. However, driving in you is very mind blowing at this juncture of the mind. So again, thank you for letting me park on Mass Street for about an hour completely gusting my mind. My intentions were to find a bench and relax, or a desk. (A desk? Really?) But sitting in the car with the meter running was so much easier. You have no idea what waved through my body as I watched your citizens amble back and forth exploring your most popular street.
ANDTHENABUNCHOFASIANSFUCKEDITALLUP.
Lawrence, as I analyze this, this THING we have together, I realize this is a very love-hate situation.
I’ll probably see you soon, only next time I will be under the influence of too many drinks.
Keep it going and remember me,
Jessabelle Penelope
