Feb 28, 2005 17:39
Gee dad, no Irishman could stop you from being dog-catcher in this town!
i've got Fats Domino's black keys stuck in my guttae and i've lost my squinches which is all really making it difficult to calculate the beat frequency of the Pantheon's drum. as if i wasn't having enough trouble with Little Richard screaming at my caryatids under Cosimo Matassa's watch in the narthex of the standing waves in new orleans. gosh.
if i ever have 3 exams to study for outside of cep week again, i'm committing academic suicide.
however.
i did buy this water for skin clarification that tastes like my body wash smells, which is awesome. and it has 518% of my vitamin E. neat, huh?
i've gotta go study.