No, I don't mean all the terrible things in the world going on right now, oh may Tom Cruise save us from the bad e.coli and spinach gone wrong, and the nuclear bombs from North Korea, although it would be good if we were saved from that.
I mean the bloody pipes in my bloody wall in my bloody room. I want to physically smash my head into the wall, and rip out the pipes. At first it was just every once in a while, that I could deal with. But right after Thanksgiving, it's been non-stop, rattling, banging, creaking, sounds like cockroaches times a bajillion. I'm going insane, just when mideterms start. Somebody give me a sledgehammer.
The nordic gods I think have retired, so I've just taken to admiring cheekbones and lumberjacks.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
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My dear Obsidian:
So sorry to hear the the pipes are giving you such a hard time. The thought of cockroaches times a bajillion gives me chills down my back. My suggestion? ear plugs. Then complain,complain and complain so more to the people who maintain your building.
And on another note, the fact that the nordic gods have retired saddens me. On the other hand, the buff model-types at U of A are out in full force! YAY! OMG... I have THE hottest guy in my organic chem lab (which makes organic chem that much more bearable!) YAY!!!
Hot guys all over campus = one happy and content Duke!!!!! :D:D:D
It was actually just the air conditioning gone awry, but my cute don saved the day. I now realize that there's nothing terribly special about blonds, and brunettes are wonderful too. I mean, just look at Tom Cruise and Christian Bale and Ewan MacGregor and what not.
Yes, cheekbones are wonderful Natrix.
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