Finals are next week. Everything is due this week. I am a zombie and it's not even done being Tuesday. A knuckle-dragging shell of a mortal, wilting in the yuckiness of all these assignments and ridiculous expectations.
And yet I love my torturer. MSE FTW. I can hardly string thoughts together let alone words. So excuse me. What I meant to say this entire time was "Seattle is pretty in the summer". Forget all that zombie stuff. It's under control.
You are somehow way less scary and way more endearing when you are on homework-hell zombie-crack. I might even forgive you for that scary raging vag picture. Enjoy your (well-deserved) spring break. And we missed you on Saturday. Thought we might get a chance to get freak-nasty on the dance floor but all we got was Joel. Boo.
ReplyDeleteI have a vision that someday the ladies of crabdogs will visit the gay bars with me. In this dream, Angela is a bionic disco robot on rollerskates.
ReplyDeleteOK - I take it back. You are still somewhat scary. In a good way.
ReplyDeleteBIONIC DISCO ROLLER-BOT WINES. Now that's got a ring to it.
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