There Must Be a Limit to Mars
I was grumpy...Actually, I really don't care that all of the below is true anymore. I mean, Holy Christ!
Lessons People Must Learn, Volume One:
1. Don't call me into a Board of Trustees meeting without telling me that I am to present the 4 sketches I drew in an hour to them
2. Don't tell them that I am a Graphic Arts major at Gonzaga University
3. Gonzaga University does not have a Graphic Arts major
4. I do not know the first thing about Graphic Design
5. If you do do the above, pay me more to cover your sorry ass!
6. Don't tell co-workers I am "on drugs"
7. I am not on drugs (I'm really not even sure what it technically means to be "on drugs")
8. Don't assume that because you are dating someone I used to date it means I would even care to speak to you
9. I probably don't like you
10. I don't care about a lot of stuff, but mostly, others' opinions
In any event, I wrote the most sexual art history paper EVER. It reads more like a trashy romance novel than an assessment of Bouguereau's The Birth of Venus (not to be confused with the Botticelli painting). I'm not sure whether or not I like that about it.
Gonna come on on shell. Better have lotsa folks to tell. Oops, my boy, whatchya gotta sell?
Lessons People Must Learn, Volume One:
1. Don't call me into a Board of Trustees meeting without telling me that I am to present the 4 sketches I drew in an hour to them
2. Don't tell them that I am a Graphic Arts major at Gonzaga University
3. Gonzaga University does not have a Graphic Arts major
4. I do not know the first thing about Graphic Design
5. If you do do the above, pay me more to cover your sorry ass!
6. Don't tell co-workers I am "on drugs"
7. I am not on drugs (I'm really not even sure what it technically means to be "on drugs")
8. Don't assume that because you are dating someone I used to date it means I would even care to speak to you
9. I probably don't like you
10. I don't care about a lot of stuff, but mostly, others' opinions
In any event, I wrote the most sexual art history paper EVER. It reads more like a trashy romance novel than an assessment of Bouguereau's The Birth of Venus (not to be confused with the Botticelli painting). I'm not sure whether or not I like that about it.
Gonna come on on shell. Better have lotsa folks to tell. Oops, my boy, whatchya gotta sell?