There I was. I had reached the end of my dastardly biomedical ethics reading, with a lovely treatise on the metaphors of AIDS (crime, war, the divided population). Sadly I decided to procrastinate. I picked up the course offering directory to see if both the Shakespeare course and the Greatest Hits of Brit Lit course, which I must take for my major next year, had discussion sections.
Suddenly I was startled by a loud and insistent knock on my door. "Come in," I cried, thought I admit I was surprised to have visitors at such a late hour. I was greeted by two luminous and lovely personages. "Bourbon Fairy," they warbled sweetly, and I thought, "How wondrous! They divided in twain!"
All right, so I'm drunk. Rob's drunk e-mail is silly, mine is purply. Just sit back & relax.
The two personages handed me a squeeze bottle, all in aqua, emblazoned with magenta flamingoes, "Fort Lauderdale Florida" in flowing script, and "Bowl Trip" elegantly scrawled on the side. I drank and drank and am still drinking, and I find myself, 5 hours before my final, just a bit tipsy.
Bless the Bourbon Fairy. In whatever guise he/she may appear.
Merry Christmas to all,
Shana
Shit. I am buzzed.
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You expect education to teach you about what is
in the books. What you don't realize is that education
teaches you about what is in the human heart.
--Gregory Orr
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I worship my crush & drool over him
I smell peaches after he is gone
His milky smooth skin
Sweet like a rose petal in a garden
Never stop loving me or I will be bitter
--Kelly Krock (an original work with magnetic poetry!)