i can see a lot of life in you
So if I put the words sadomasochism, self-sacrifice, working-class, and homosexuality together, add a couple of verbs and an article or two, would that be an acceptable prospectus? No? Yeah, I kind of figured.
I'm supposed to have one by Wednesday. Or something that kind of resembles one. So far I have about seventy pages of handwritten notes, absolutely nothing typed, and a massive new biography of Sassoon that kind of makes me squeeful. Tomorrow's going to be interesting.
Holy shit, WHY DOES THE TEXT BOX KEEP GETTING LONGER I SWEAR IT FIT IN THE WINDOW A SECOND AGO. There are no words for how annoying this is, really. I have to scroll to see the end of this sentence.
So...apparently somebody thought it'd be a genius idea to invite Stephen Colbert to the White House Correspondents' dinner thing. Didn't these people learn anything after watching Jon Stewart on Crossfire? Apparently not. He fucking roasted George W. Bush. To his face. And youtube has video.
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My love for Helen Thomas knows no bounds, really. I want to be just exactly like her when nine hundred years old I reach I grow up.
Yeah, I didn't do anything at all today. I need to do laundry in an unbelievable way, and tomorrow I also have to do Latin and that prospectus thing I mentioned. Crapfuck.
And all y'all stuck doing finals this week...good luck. Think of me when you're off on break and I'm taking exams on June 10.