like Nostradamus, i'm the promise of tomorrow
today i learned that my parents did not directly reproduce themselves in the form of me.
well, my mother would disagree. she swears that i am a clone of my father, minus the intense love of pancakes. i just can't bring myself to accept celery in pancakes... it's not tasty, dad.
i also saw my former IV Theater Interest right after i woke up from my nap above the bookstore (visual of me drooling on a couch, happily dreaming about not being harrassed by FatNakedMan). it made me happy that he is not as wonderful looking as i remembered. ok, so i was never really attracted to his head. the last time i saw him he was under a huge plank of wood, trying desperately to use a socket wrench in about six inches of space. it afforded me a very interesting view of certain areas of his body as i was the person who was handing him tools.
i'd put a hand on his tool. mmm.
i wonder if he thought i looked hot with my fuffled hair, glasses, sweatpants, and sleepy look on my face, frantically trying to get some sort of caffeine in my body so that i might be able to stay awake for my lecture on organism adaption. at least my toenails looked good. gotta love that slutty red.
oh well. he's like some weird major. by weird i mean not science. like i have time for someone that isn't in my classes. it's like the only time i would have to spend time with a boy! which leads me back to lab boys.
i should really spend more time outside lab, but seeing as it is my life, i have to mention that CurlyHair, from lab, has a pretty hot body, from what i can tell under that tight tshirt he was wearing yesterday. i had no trouble helping him get his sample of isolated cis-1,2-dibenzoyethylene into that capillary tube.
he can put his cis-1,2-dibenzoyethylene in my capillary tube any time. joking (maybe?)!
i'll stop with the predictable sexual jokes. well, at least i'll stop writing them down.
well, my mother would disagree. she swears that i am a clone of my father, minus the intense love of pancakes. i just can't bring myself to accept celery in pancakes... it's not tasty, dad.
i also saw my former IV Theater Interest right after i woke up from my nap above the bookstore (visual of me drooling on a couch, happily dreaming about not being harrassed by FatNakedMan). it made me happy that he is not as wonderful looking as i remembered. ok, so i was never really attracted to his head. the last time i saw him he was under a huge plank of wood, trying desperately to use a socket wrench in about six inches of space. it afforded me a very interesting view of certain areas of his body as i was the person who was handing him tools.
i'd put a hand on his tool. mmm.
i wonder if he thought i looked hot with my fuffled hair, glasses, sweatpants, and sleepy look on my face, frantically trying to get some sort of caffeine in my body so that i might be able to stay awake for my lecture on organism adaption. at least my toenails looked good. gotta love that slutty red.
oh well. he's like some weird major. by weird i mean not science. like i have time for someone that isn't in my classes. it's like the only time i would have to spend time with a boy! which leads me back to lab boys.
i should really spend more time outside lab, but seeing as it is my life, i have to mention that CurlyHair, from lab, has a pretty hot body, from what i can tell under that tight tshirt he was wearing yesterday. i had no trouble helping him get his sample of isolated cis-1,2-dibenzoyethylene into that capillary tube.
he can put his cis-1,2-dibenzoyethylene in my capillary tube any time. joking (maybe?)!
i'll stop with the predictable sexual jokes. well, at least i'll stop writing them down.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 13:04
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