the morning blah
Apr. 28th, 2003 09:21 amInteresting Fact: Lawyers have the highest rates of suicide, divorce, and heart disease amongst the professions. I think the medical field still beats us out on alcoholism and drug abuse though.
-- It's raining. *grumble*
-- Holy crap! We just got samples of 2 of the multiple choice questions on the Civil Procedure Final. I'm dead.
-- Homicide is becoming an option again. So are buses.
-- Finals is in exactly one week, and lasts for two weeks. Feel free to be amused as I go not-so-quietly insane.
-- I should've gone grocery shopping yesterday, but it was raining, so I didn't.
-- Still not sleeping well.
-- *screams and tears out hair*
... I have to post something happy later today. I'm getting way too negative and depressed again.
*kicks mood swings*
-- It's raining. *grumble*
-- Holy crap! We just got samples of 2 of the multiple choice questions on the Civil Procedure Final. I'm dead.
-- Homicide is becoming an option again. So are buses.
-- Finals is in exactly one week, and lasts for two weeks. Feel free to be amused as I go not-so-quietly insane.
-- I should've gone grocery shopping yesterday, but it was raining, so I didn't.
-- Still not sleeping well.
-- *screams and tears out hair*
... I have to post something happy later today. I'm getting way too negative and depressed again.
*kicks mood swings*
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Date: 2003-04-28 09:50 am (UTC)Random Love Poem Generator, found on http://www.links2love.com/
[http://www.links2love.com/poem_generator_1.htm]
Once More, My Love
This night I shall dream of your great banana sexy phalaenopsis.
Once again, this night as all nights, I long to sip from your trumpet-pink lips.
In my dreams we fly on the exquisite monkeying damsel Hawaii-shirt of love, skimming vast continents of sexs and peniss.
The seas shall never separate our creams.
Its waters wave like small ass angels greeting us from afar.
We shall feast on chocolate-coated g-string and tender sticky sticky hot hot hearts of love.
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our grunts from our phalaenopsiss.
I shall hold your trumpet against my ass-muffin so that our creams melt into one.
You will always be my little fuckie face, the trumpet of my black eye of love.
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Date: 2003-04-28 10:29 am (UTC)... Iniq-chan, stop letting Howard write poetry. It's disturbing.
Re:
Date: 2003-04-28 10:46 am (UTC)~_~;;;
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Date: 2003-04-29 10:43 am (UTC)*shakes head*
I didn't think one could remain conscious after consuming so much alcohol.