Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll
It is sunny. And the internet is fast (pffft. not christina's. i'm in the hc). Paychecks come today. And there is nothing more inspiring to type an entry when the above conditions are met.
My sister is coming this weekend. My mom told me not to expose her to any sex or drugs. I told her that she didn't have to worry about sex, or drugs, but I cannot guaruntee anything about rock and roll. Haha.
A poet whose name escapes my memory at the moment came to campus yesterday and gave a reading. So I went for extra credit in my british lit class. My opinion of him was greatly raised when, in the middle of the question and answer session, he exclaimed, "Um...to answer your question...how about we just stop this, and I'm going to go get a cookie from the refreshment table."
Yesterday was a GOOD DAY.
"Galactic cities bombed into fiction." I need to find the poem where this line is from.
<3
My sister is coming this weekend. My mom told me not to expose her to any sex or drugs. I told her that she didn't have to worry about sex, or drugs, but I cannot guaruntee anything about rock and roll. Haha.
A poet whose name escapes my memory at the moment came to campus yesterday and gave a reading. So I went for extra credit in my british lit class. My opinion of him was greatly raised when, in the middle of the question and answer session, he exclaimed, "Um...to answer your question...how about we just stop this, and I'm going to go get a cookie from the refreshment table."
Yesterday was a GOOD DAY.
"Galactic cities bombed into fiction." I need to find the poem where this line is from.
<3