MY GOD, I've been busy. Never mind that I spent most of the day constructing flow charts and watching The Outer Limits. Ignore that masked man in the corner.
My favorite part of that show, without a doubt, is the Voice of God at the end bringing us up to speed with Aesop's Fablesque morality.
TEEVEE: What can really be said when humanity finds itself with caretakers inhumane? We must only hope blah blah blah.
ELLEN: That sounds like the writers found their inspiration on the internet.
ROOMMATE: Har har har! You is hi-larious!
COMMERCIAL: Sometimes evil must be pitted against . . . another type of evil.
ROOMMATE: That explains so much about the war.
ELLEN: Toooooooooooouche, dear lassie!
Actually, I've been tired. Not busy. Tired. I went to my boyfriend's place on Friday and didn't get up the energy to leave until Sunday. True story. Why am I feeling so metabolically challenged, you ask?
One of my friends, let's call him Curly, contracted the kissing disease.
THAT'S RIGHT, JIM. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT... no, not syphilis! Jesus!
So anyway, Curly's got Mono, I flatter myself with psychosomatic symptoms.
Final week is next week. This week is tired/lazy week. I have to write a fifteen page paper (qualified as a SCIENTIFIC paper on the class website, no less) by friday. I have a page full of italicized section titles to work with. Hmmmmmm.
I noticed that there are a lot of military men on this site. Or at least a lot of militarily minded men who seek me out. Sexy, kinda.
Well, off for another spell of oblivion.
UPDATE: Poonanny situation has not improved. Considering Dutch whores. Or looking at Claudia.
UPDATE: Decided on latter.
My favorite part of that show, without a doubt, is the Voice of God at the end bringing us up to speed with Aesop's Fablesque morality.
TEEVEE: What can really be said when humanity finds itself with caretakers inhumane? We must only hope blah blah blah.
ELLEN: That sounds like the writers found their inspiration on the internet.
ROOMMATE: Har har har! You is hi-larious!
COMMERCIAL: Sometimes evil must be pitted against . . . another type of evil.
ROOMMATE: That explains so much about the war.
ELLEN: Toooooooooooouche, dear lassie!
Actually, I've been tired. Not busy. Tired. I went to my boyfriend's place on Friday and didn't get up the energy to leave until Sunday. True story. Why am I feeling so metabolically challenged, you ask?
One of my friends, let's call him Curly, contracted the kissing disease.
THAT'S RIGHT, JIM. WE'RE TALKING ABOUT... no, not syphilis! Jesus!
So anyway, Curly's got Mono, I flatter myself with psychosomatic symptoms.
Final week is next week. This week is tired/lazy week. I have to write a fifteen page paper (qualified as a SCIENTIFIC paper on the class website, no less) by friday. I have a page full of italicized section titles to work with. Hmmmmmm.
I noticed that there are a lot of military men on this site. Or at least a lot of militarily minded men who seek me out. Sexy, kinda.
Well, off for another spell of oblivion.
UPDATE: Poonanny situation has not improved. Considering Dutch whores. Or looking at Claudia.
UPDATE: Decided on latter.