Sometimes I think that if it weren't for Bassnectar I'd fail out of grad school. Well, that and the marvelous Miss beelzebe. And coffee, and... Seriously, Diverse Systems of Throb and the noises of her tapping away at her (formerly my) laptop at my kitchen table are the soundtrack to all my final papers. And I love it that way.
The further along I get, the more I realize that my work will never be done. It's lovely in some ways, but I kind of miss that feeling of total freedom from thought.
There's a ring made from a fork on my finger. Neato.
Ok, enough with the procrastination already. No sleep for the wicked.
The further along I get, the more I realize that my work will never be done. It's lovely in some ways, but I kind of miss that feeling of total freedom from thought.
There's a ring made from a fork on my finger. Neato.
Ok, enough with the procrastination already. No sleep for the wicked.
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2 I know commenting in my own journal is ber-lame but as my comment had nothing to do with anything but your comment it somehow seemed to make more sense that way. I realize that this is further proof that my Internet social skills lag way behind my offline social skills (which, before you say anything, are far from perfect).
3 You still have the best "CURRENT CRUSH" ever.