She's A Hundred And Fifty, This Year, With Her Hand In Her Mouth...

Pas/Cal - Poor Maude


So I spent most of tonight writing a Stats paper that's due tomorrow morning. Then I realized a couple hours ago that it wasn't due until next week, and a different paper was due tomorrow. Damn.

Good thing I killed it. I made it my bitch. Much like Ivan did to Apollo. Or like Captain Planet does to pollution. No big deal. Feel free to be jealous.


I would have been done sooner, but I had to talk someone through how to ask out a girl. He was incredibly clueless. If he weren't so pathetic, I would have had to tell him that I'd help him some other time. But really, she would have laughed, slapped him, and then walked away to make fun of him to all her friends. I had no choice.