most of the brine has got to boil away
There's really nothing better than living alone. I just can't get enough. I wish days were longer so I could fit in more lonely-time. Also, dreams.
Have you ever wondered what Toad thought about while waiting to give Mario the bad news? Here's a good guess.
I'm taking a class numbered frighteningly close to Nine Thousand: 8901 Elementary Particles I. It's taught by Mikhail Voloshin, who's sort of a celebrity. I get butterflies in my stomach every time he speaks. I hear he's known as "The Soviet Dreamboat" to all the ladies in class. Or, uh, to the lady in class.
No teaching this semester. Woo, spring break!
Have you ever wondered what Toad thought about while waiting to give Mario the bad news? Here's a good guess.
I'm taking a class numbered frighteningly close to Nine Thousand: 8901 Elementary Particles I. It's taught by Mikhail Voloshin, who's sort of a celebrity. I get butterflies in my stomach every time he speaks. I hear he's known as "The Soviet Dreamboat" to all the ladies in class. Or, uh, to the lady in class.
No teaching this semester. Woo, spring break!