| [o@d] Unattainable Laxation |
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Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Wednesday, September 26
*shake well before enjoying*
scene: i am walking behind some random person -- me: "hey, you!" them: "what the?" [they look behind them] me: "yeah, you... hey, don't i know you from somewhere? oh, do you do yoga?" [i assume a position] them: "umm, i don't think so. and, no, i don't do yoga." [a look of extreme confusion comes across their face and they start to walk away] me: "are you sure? what's your name?" [i follow them and i raise my hand to my chin in interest] them: "i'm not going to tell you that." [now they look afraid and start to walk faster] me: "c'mon! oh, wait... wait a second! you -- you were in my canadian history class! ha - ha!" [i throw my arms up in realization] them: [they turn around to face me] "no, psycho, i've never taken canad--" me: "yup, in my canadian history class..." [i place my hands on my hips in satisfaction, exaggerate a head nod, and walk away unabashed] *24 hrs later* POLICE LOG: wednesday - 12:49 p.m. Glen Terrell mall / WSU campus: reporting party stated that a small annoying girl, with a red backpack, was going around campus claiming everyone was in her canadian history class. upon police arrival, suspect was nowhere to be found. *refrigerate after opening* (cranappleraz is never wrong) Slapped up here on 9/26/2001 01:21:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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