jonny's got the same old bag
Well nothing terribly death defying or exciting has happened since August 17th, but I have found out that this is my last semester at school. Whoopee, that means no more red eye from...studying... What a relief. And today I managed to spend almost 10 hours at school. See I figure when they jack tuition up, the least I can do is bum around campus, using up precious heat and drinking fountain resources as long as possible. I bought my last textbook, then afterwards found my $20 gift certificate. Yeah that's just super, now I have $20 to spend at a campus bookstore I'll never need to buy anything from again. I can just spend it all on 'dirty girl' wetnaps. I don't really need the saucy condom-like packaging, I swear I just want the wetnap. Whoever digs peanut sauce is crazy, that stuff is so gross. It's tangy in all the wrong ways, Mr. Peanut would be rolling in his cracked, stepped-on carcas of a shell if he knew what his brethren were up to. Lou's getting really cold in the mornings, he actually springs out of his cage and tries to burrow into my armpit as fast as possible. Not such a good move, little man. He gets really peeved when it's raining too, he puts his head down and peels his ears back. That's when you know he means business. And he keeps biting me when it's time for him to get off my bed and into his own, only he bites really slowly cause I surprise attack him and he's still all groggy. I still have some fridge magnets with Senor Coconut's name on them. Everywhere. There's been a Senor Coconut infestation in my room, the man with the bongos sticker is spreading like a disease on fire.
And now, time to sit down and have a chat with my son.
And now, time to sit down and have a chat with my son.