The ear is a common erogenous zone
So so. I'm getting used to this. Does Microsoft Outlook maintain your sanity, too?
Some of my roommates are still up; I can hear them exclaiming. Sometimes they play wallball downstairs in the common room.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will be a richer guinea pig.
Tomorrow I have a interview about physics.
Tomorrow I will chant "Om" and do two Sun Salutations.
Tomorrow I will prepare my presentation on Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Tomorrow I will buy stamps, envelopes and condoms.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusy death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Then they all got smashed and threw up on the floor. Isn't that how it goes? No? Oh, by the looks of things one would think that it would be. You know. Like that.
Some of my roommates are still up; I can hear them exclaiming. Sometimes they play wallball downstairs in the common room.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I will be a richer guinea pig.
Tomorrow I have a interview about physics.
Tomorrow I will chant "Om" and do two Sun Salutations.
Tomorrow I will prepare my presentation on Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Tomorrow I will buy stamps, envelopes and condoms.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day, to the last syllable of recorded time; and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusy death. Out, out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player who struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Then they all got smashed and threw up on the floor. Isn't that how it goes? No? Oh, by the looks of things one would think that it would be. You know. Like that.