Midterms.
So, Victorian Lit tomorrow, and all I’ve accomplished tonight is to down a Full Throttle and make ridiculous faces at myself in the mirror whilst listening to Timbaland. I wish I was exaggerating.
“OOH BABY YOU AIN’T GOTTA FLOSS FOR ME!”
Erik Gray, “Getting it Wrong in the Lady of Shalott”
(Further proof that if you were a woman in Victorian poetry, you were basically doomed regardless of what you did.)

All night term paper marathons result in a number of things
Sarah says that Hedonism Bot = Me. This idea pleases and amuses me.
“Snaketail what art thou doing?” called Voldemort. Then…… he started coming! We could hear his high heels clacking to us. So we got on our broomsticks and we flew to Hogwarts. We went to my room. Vampire went away. There I started crying.
“What’s wrong honey?” asked Draco taking off his clothes so we could screw. He had a sex-pack (geddit cuz hes so sexah) and a really huge you-know-what and everything.
“Its so unfair!” I yielded. “Why can’t I just be ugly or plain like all da other girls and preps here except for B’loody Mary, because she’s not ugly or anything.”
”So, Victorian Lit tomorrow, and all I’ve accomplished tonight is to down a Full Throttle and make ridiculous faces at myself in the mirror whilst listening to Timbaland. I wish I was exaggerating.
“OOH BABY YOU AIN’T GOTTA FLOSS FOR ME!”