Dammit. And I have to walk across campus for a prelim in an hour. *In sarcastic tone* Good timing, Mother Nature! Geez... dirty whore. *Is destroyed by a pack of rabid woodland creatures*.
Have you ever had one of those moments where you're in your dorm and you can't find your keys? And you think to yourself "Shit, I forgot my keys somewhere!" and then you realize that you wouldn't be in your dorm if you hadn't had your keys when you got there. And then you look outside and they're stuck in the lock. Good times.
If you could make up any major you wanted and pursue it for 4 years, what would you study? I think I would major in "Baked Goods" or "Random Facts" or "Touching Yourself". Or!!! I could major in "The Sex Talk" and people would hire me to come and have that awkward discussion with their children about sex. That job would kick ass! I would bring a Barbie and G.I. Joe to demonstrate. Or a Tickle-Me Elmo and a Stretch Arm Strong. Is Elmo a girl or a boy? And why can't I find a Bondage Barbie (complete with handcuffs and 3 different colored ball gags!).
Did you know that Karl Rove's father was gay? I did not know that. I heard it on NPR so it must be true! I feel kind of bad for famous people sometimes. I would never want to be famous.
Why can't women close their mouths when applying mascara?
Who would make a better child molester, Santa Clause or The Easter Bunny?
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Oh Jesus, Megs. That was terrifying. Yet wonderful. Exactly what I'd expect from you.
I was kinda thinking the Easter Bunny. 'Cause it'd have that shock value. I mean, you EXPECT Santa to be a child molester. He breaks into houses. But the Easter Bunny? He's just so fluffy and cute. And deadly with nunchucks, apparently.
I wish it would snow here. It keeps getting cold for like a day and then getting all hot again the next. Although it has now been cold for two days in a row... so maybe.
I miss you, Lisa! I miss Megs too! Holy crap! Hugs all around!
Alright! Free hugs! *Licks lips* Heh heh heh.
Anyhoo... what? Uuh... Oh yeah. Funny story actually: once I was driving home from U of H and I realized I didn't have my keys in my pocket like I usually did. So I began to panic and looked around the car for them while driving at 65 mph. Then I stopped looking and realized I was driving... in a car... and the car needed a key in the ignition... a key... in the ignition... Yeah... I felt pretty stupid, then I began to fall asleep at the wheel! Good times.
I would rather say I got molested by a giant rabbit then by an old, fat man. So, I'm gonna go with the easter bunny. You would not only sound like a victim, but like a mental case as well! And 1+1=2!
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