| Before anything further is said,
He's positively dashing, no?
. . .
Pre-Thanksgiving break assignments have been kicking my ass for the
past few weeks, making any form of extracurricular thought virtually
impossible. Russian lit demands, with its bright burly mustache
and thick staccato accent, a ten page paper by Tuesday, which I suppose
should be written soon.
College, pshaw.
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| Three weeks into college and a dirty poem has already been written about me.
It involves dolphins swimming through razor blades, an epaulet and ears.
What a funny thing is cinnamon schnapps.
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