the execution
So here I am. All alone. All alone in Kingston at the Queens library. I miss all of youse fuckers tremendously as I look around at all these losery faces surrounding me. I should tell each and every one of them to get bent!
Speaking of youse fuckers, I wish I could have got to see you all one last time before I left. I did plan on it, but I just got way too freakin busy. Everything just kept piling up like baby heads on the guillotine (sp? no dictionary), until I could hold the rope no longer. Woosh, chop, drip and here I am. My precious BB's severed from me by yet another three hours of driving on the 401.
But I guess I should quit whining like a baby awaiting execution. I'm actually partially excited to be here. I just finished officially registering (the fifth of five registration appointments), and now I have a shiny new student card. It's pretty nerdy. The glare from my greasy spectacles is blinding. I also just received two cheques worth much dollars. Not even a sentenced infant could scream about that! And here comes the best part. I am going to the bookstore later to buy my books! Woohoo! The moment that makes all this brain-busting intellectual labour worth it. haha. Brrraiiiiinssss.
So I am expecting that when ever any of you have the time or means, you come visit me to feast on my brains before they begin to go sour from the excessive pressure I expect these work mongers to lay upon them. Read this, write that, show me now, rub it slowly . . . I can see it now. Anyhow, I'd better get running. I suspect that I've been ripped off on one of my cheques. If it's not about the money, then what is it about right?
love,
puffy.
Speaking of youse fuckers, I wish I could have got to see you all one last time before I left. I did plan on it, but I just got way too freakin busy. Everything just kept piling up like baby heads on the guillotine (sp? no dictionary), until I could hold the rope no longer. Woosh, chop, drip and here I am. My precious BB's severed from me by yet another three hours of driving on the 401.
But I guess I should quit whining like a baby awaiting execution. I'm actually partially excited to be here. I just finished officially registering (the fifth of five registration appointments), and now I have a shiny new student card. It's pretty nerdy. The glare from my greasy spectacles is blinding. I also just received two cheques worth much dollars. Not even a sentenced infant could scream about that! And here comes the best part. I am going to the bookstore later to buy my books! Woohoo! The moment that makes all this brain-busting intellectual labour worth it. haha. Brrraiiiiinssss.
So I am expecting that when ever any of you have the time or means, you come visit me to feast on my brains before they begin to go sour from the excessive pressure I expect these work mongers to lay upon them. Read this, write that, show me now, rub it slowly . . . I can see it now. Anyhow, I'd better get running. I suspect that I've been ripped off on one of my cheques. If it's not about the money, then what is it about right?
love,
puffy.