between the writey and the study-y
Someone pushed a flyer into my hand today that said "GAYPRIL IS COMING" and for for a long moment I wondered if someone had neglected to tell me about a 13th month for nineteen years. If they did, that was pretty crappy of them.
My lit professor told me that being an English major is a futile effort and will not get me far in the world. This is the second time she's given me this speech, so maybe she is trying to tell me something. Hm. I told her planned on getting a government job anyways because this writing business is a messy thing but she didn't seem very heartened by it. I should have told her I actually planned on moving to Mississippi and raise chickens but that, perhaps, would have made it worse.
What type of Fae are you?
*has horrible visions of following people around saying "Hey, listen! Hey, listen! Hey, listen!" *
Damn Zelda.
My lit professor told me that being an English major is a futile effort and will not get me far in the world. This is the second time she's given me this speech, so maybe she is trying to tell me something. Hm. I told her planned on getting a government job anyways because this writing business is a messy thing but she didn't seem very heartened by it. I should have told her I actually planned on moving to Mississippi and raise chickens but that, perhaps, would have made it worse.
What type of Fae are you?
*has horrible visions of following people around saying "Hey, listen! Hey, listen! Hey, listen!" *
Damn Zelda.