Yeah, the Big Guy's dead. I didn't get around to talking about it until just now.

Good God, what will the world ever do without him?

How will we ever get along without that dear, semi-comatose old fart telling us we can't get abortions?

In other news this kid who used to go to my school is home on spring break. He's my age - just turned eighteen - but he graduated early. So for the past year, while I've been sitting at home with my thumb up my ass going to fucking HIGH SCHOOL, he's been living in his own apartment in California attending culinary school. He'll have his bachelor's degree in a year. I probably won't even be weaned off of dorm life for another two or three years. And to make it worse, this guy is the biggest tard you'll ever hope to meet. So he's standing there telling me all of these potentially awesome stories about all these fabulous adventures he's been having, except he's a huge tard so he's totally making the stories ridiculously boring, and all I can think is "THAT SHOULD BE ME!"

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Five more months.

posted at 5:32 PM by Alison

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