So, okay.
I really need to figure out what I'm changing my major to. My advisor is getting anxious to pass me off to someone else. My schedule is all wonky because of it. And we have a K.O.K. weenie roast on uh... Thursday night, I think. With the D.O.G.s. I miss having Dave in the house, cause he was the best at coming up with decent themes. That's just too many puns.
Fees this semester are such a bitch. I went to the plasma center today. Do you know how many things are just REALLY REALLY wrong with that place? I mean, well they had a bunch of people coming in for the first time. Cuz fees are a bitch. This one has been the first time in a few years, so they don't know me at all here. New info. Physical.
Okay, dudes, list of wrongness. Aside from waiting, they make you give them a lot of personal information. Then they just, eyeball you and decide your gender. I don't know, but that seems like a weird thing not to let someone fill out. What if you can't tell? What if you got it wrong? Then they poke your finger and make you step on a scale (ugh ugh ugh). The worst are the sex questions though. Nailed any tail from the UK or Africa? Pfft. It's just awesome how, they ask if you've slept with a man as a high risk behavior. But never ask, say, were you the house bicycle at your frat for like three years? Sleeping with a homo's way riskier. As risky, if not more, than fucking a prostitute.
How can a woman know if she's fucked a guy who fucked a guy? Do you chicks ask or something? I think that would kill the mood for me. Oh, btw, hon, have you engaged in sexual intercourse with another man at any point since 1977? You're not sure? Well, I can't fuck you then, cause then I couldn't donate my life fluids!
I maybe should have left. I'm way too tired right now to make this interesting. Come back later and I'll give you some cybercrack.
Fees this semester are such a bitch. I went to the plasma center today. Do you know how many things are just REALLY REALLY wrong with that place? I mean, well they had a bunch of people coming in for the first time. Cuz fees are a bitch. This one has been the first time in a few years, so they don't know me at all here. New info. Physical.
Okay, dudes, list of wrongness. Aside from waiting, they make you give them a lot of personal information. Then they just, eyeball you and decide your gender. I don't know, but that seems like a weird thing not to let someone fill out. What if you can't tell? What if you got it wrong? Then they poke your finger and make you step on a scale (ugh ugh ugh). The worst are the sex questions though. Nailed any tail from the UK or Africa? Pfft. It's just awesome how, they ask if you've slept with a man as a high risk behavior. But never ask, say, were you the house bicycle at your frat for like three years? Sleeping with a homo's way riskier. As risky, if not more, than fucking a prostitute.
How can a woman know if she's fucked a guy who fucked a guy? Do you chicks ask or something? I think that would kill the mood for me. Oh, btw, hon, have you engaged in sexual intercourse with another man at any point since 1977? You're not sure? Well, I can't fuck you then, cause then I couldn't donate my life fluids!
I maybe should have left. I'm way too tired right now to make this interesting. Come back later and I'll give you some cybercrack.