Drowning pool
So, besides trying to write and finish two term papers that are due tomorrow and only finishing one this evening, I'm going to procrastinate that much more by posting this at 1:30am when I shoud be typing away like a mad woman. Fuck it. I'm going to post this then go to bed and wake up early to finish the other one. Gah. I should really stop complaining about school since I *chose* to do it; but fuckkkkkkk I don'twannadoitanymoreeeeeegahhhhhhhhgoatlickingwhorehomeworkkkkkkkk.
I went on a "date" kind of thing with a fellow this afternoon. We hung out under and around the bridge at Mission Creek. It was kind of nice, talked for a long time and giggled at the kayaker-dude who obviously was dragging himself down the creek-thing because the water wasn't deep enough in some spots. He made a comment about us being skeezy under the bridge. I'm not sure what's skeezy about talking about watermelon under a bridge. Hmm... curious and curiouser. Unless watermelon is in fact skeezy and I've missed out on the memo.
I went on a "date" kind of thing with a fellow this afternoon. We hung out under and around the bridge at Mission Creek. It was kind of nice, talked for a long time and giggled at the kayaker-dude who obviously was dragging himself down the creek-thing because the water wasn't deep enough in some spots. He made a comment about us being skeezy under the bridge. I'm not sure what's skeezy about talking about watermelon under a bridge. Hmm... curious and curiouser. Unless watermelon is in fact skeezy and I've missed out on the memo.