As if drowning in many more papers than I can handle wasn't bad enough, I have now been informed that I start work tomorrow morning. Bright and early. 8am.
For most of you 8 am is not early, or is just early enough. Well ladies and gents, this kid is NOT a morning person and frankly I don't care that my father insists that he "gets more done before 9am than other people get done all day". Dad, that doesn't mean that the wee morning hours are somehow superior to the other fine (afternoon/evening) hours of the day, it simply means that the people you are comparing yourself to are lazy, inefficient procrastinators. Enter me.
Somehow I am supposed to complete 3 full work shifts AND write an already overdue paper by Sunday. If I am honest with myself, I can state here with all confidence that nothing will get done. If I am optimistic, and yes, I am still in that odd, sleep deprived blissful state, then it will get done and all I will have to worry about come Sunday will be two distant exams (and work, of course).
For some reason though, right now I can't think about anything except Nipple Nipple Sausage. Strange.
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8 comments:
that's so familiar... I blame amy!
That's so familiar... I blame Borrelli and his love of the titty-wanks. It's like you're naming the components. "Nipple, nipple, SAUSAGE!"
nipple nipple sausage strikes again!
Alysia, the first thing I thought of when I read the nipplenipplesausage comment was the titty-wank! HAHAHAHA, I wish morris was E-here so we could laugh together!
-Borrelli
Tudor,
I refuse to believe you are capable of doing anything without getting an erection.
I'm sorry about the nipple nipple sausage meme, folks.
I'll never, ever again attempt to sum up Anthony Piscitelli's sexual prowess in a trifecta of bi-syllabic words in a on-campus computer lab at two in the morning.
I almost wrote "on-Camus" there. Neat.
Again, dreadfully sorry.
I’m here mike. I’m here. Slapping you on the back while we laugh in front of alysia’s disgusted face contorting at the sounds of deep breathing thru clenched teeth: “Oooh Yeah, I bet that feels hot between your titties. wanna little more?...No? …oh …oh …too late.”
M.
Good Christ, I leave my blog unattended for a couple days and it turns into a lude-fest borrelli/morris style.
Ahhh the good ol' days.
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