like a swath of lathe, shorn of its plaster (revisited)
So, I had tonsillitis after all. Fortunately, Tylenol 3 took care of the (dadgum) pain while Erythromycin cleared up the infection. I've long regained my ability to swallow, but autofellatio is still out of the (dadgum) question due to an excess of ribs and a lack of EntenZe. Thanks to all who wished me a speedy recovery!
On the 15th, I'm moving into my new apartment in Squirrel Hill alongside my good friend and newest roommate, Jim Johns. At the eleventh hour, Jim and I were able to secure a clean, quiet, albeit semi-subterranean sanctum with the help of my lovely girlfriend whom was the first to spot an ad for our pad placed on Craig's List. As luck would have it, Jim's Uncle can hook us up with a couch and some end tables for the living room. And it's the mom's plan to furnish my room with the latest in Swedish chic from IKEA. So, goodbye Fight Club house and all nightmares McKee Place, hello breakfast nook, commodious closets, and functional appliances.
Still, I don't want to move, again. And I sure as hell don't anticipate another (dadgum) year of soul-crushing classes. I know my QPA/cumulative GPA is doomed regardless of my performance this year. At this stage of the game, I'm just biding my time looking for a career option that hasn't already evaporated. Here's to pissing into the (dadgum) wind.
It's sad to feel this (dadgum) defeated, this young.
On the 15th, I'm moving into my new apartment in Squirrel Hill alongside my good friend and newest roommate, Jim Johns. At the eleventh hour, Jim and I were able to secure a clean, quiet, albeit semi-subterranean sanctum with the help of my lovely girlfriend whom was the first to spot an ad for our pad placed on Craig's List. As luck would have it, Jim's Uncle can hook us up with a couch and some end tables for the living room. And it's the mom's plan to furnish my room with the latest in Swedish chic from IKEA. So, goodbye Fight Club house and all nightmares McKee Place, hello breakfast nook, commodious closets, and functional appliances.
Still, I don't want to move, again. And I sure as hell don't anticipate another (dadgum) year of soul-crushing classes. I know my QPA/cumulative GPA is doomed regardless of my performance this year. At this stage of the game, I'm just biding my time looking for a career option that hasn't already evaporated. Here's to pissing into the (dadgum) wind.
It's sad to feel this (dadgum) defeated, this young.