ONE MORE DAY of college life and it will all be over over over over. Hooray!??
I never used to work from bed, now I can’t seem to work anywhere else. So soft and warm…
Time to read about gender and sexuality during the 1970’s. Pretty sure there was lots of sex.
Fried Donut & Cream Cheese Cupcake
(submitted by michele o)
O-M-G. This is why I follow thisiswhyyourefat. It is an impossibility made possible.
“Most poets I know discovered poetry around the same time they discovered masturbation.”D.A. Powell, “The Flesh Failures”
This was also one of my favorite lines from the poetics essays. So funny and pretty damn true.
I’ve been thinking a lot about how there’s only five more weeks to “life as I know it”. I’ve been dreaming up all the fun stuff that I get to do (with my beloved) after graduating, which only makes me depressed about the loads of less fun stuff I need to do before I can even get to the soon-to-be fun stuffs. But really, I know I will miss being in school, and mostly being able to choose “Student” as my job function. One day I will claw my way back into the system, but for now, I am desperately ready to be done.
Chatroulette
Since when does nexting mean pressing F9?
Or how did we get nexting as an option on first chatting
a stranger online? Which brings us to when
did the definition of “chat” become an exchange
of synchronous remarks on a networked computer?
And most importantly, why am I looking at a guy
stroking his penis on my screen (F9! F9!)
in this game of chance, a little wheel, roulette?
You are forewarned weakhearted ones, the squeamish
should not try this random ride of webcam
to webcam of strangers and strangeness where
clothing’s optional, anonymity’s natural.
Then again, you may find, with a lucky draw,
an old (clothed) man who will tell tales of Australia.