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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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Saturday, March 30
How can I be angry when I just met the new doggy yesterday?
<><><><><><> It was last wednesday. In physics 102, in the pit, at approx. 3:15 in the p.m. We usually sit in the spot everyday - 6 rows down, 2 seats in. Nothing out of the normal ever really happens. Except for the professors occasional mention of "impenis" or his "accidently" drawing Santa with an impenis... Anyway, there was a kid sitting infront of us on wednesday. He appeared to be about our age, and fairly "normal" looking. And, we noticed that instead of taking notes, he was sketching a little something. We each became curious and strained our necks to check out the drawings. As we both realized what he was doing, our eyes got wide and we could hardly contain ourselves. Never in a million years did we expect to see a headless bride on his piece of paper. It was in full with a bouquet and everything - just without a head. I'm still disturbed by the whole ordeal. Slapped up here on 3/30/2002 11:12:00 AM by: Me, Suzy...
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