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cimorene1. please note that i've def. decided to take creative writing next semester.
2. as i was leaving the bathroom, encountered Domlookalike!Boy wearing the boxers that are frequently left in the shower. almost said something like, "and please take your underwear with you when you leave." thought better of it at last moment. damn.
3. should not have read story last night where in obi-wan was pregnant with jar-jar binks's love child; was the cause, i suspect, of dream wherein i was pregnant. all my family came to visit and then they paid no attention to me. think i had the baby, but unsure--was so doped up that i later couldn't remember and everyone kept ignoring me when i asked. my dad and aunts and uncles were all out at the wildflower society sale and the only one there was my roommate's mother. we were looking at pictures of her sitting on the side of my bed petting my hair while i tried and failed to ask if the baby had yet been born. my feelings were hurt that at least my daddy didn't pay attention, so i crawled in his lap and cried and he said he thought i had post-partum depression. there was no sign or thought of a father; i don't think there was a boy involved at all.
[edit: fuck; skip 9 am class, and spend so much time on lj that i still don't have time for both breakfast and homework. gah. gah.]
2. as i was leaving the bathroom, encountered Domlookalike!Boy wearing the boxers that are frequently left in the shower. almost said something like, "and please take your underwear with you when you leave." thought better of it at last moment. damn.
3. should not have read story last night where in obi-wan was pregnant with jar-jar binks's love child; was the cause, i suspect, of dream wherein i was pregnant. all my family came to visit and then they paid no attention to me. think i had the baby, but unsure--was so doped up that i later couldn't remember and everyone kept ignoring me when i asked. my dad and aunts and uncles were all out at the wildflower society sale and the only one there was my roommate's mother. we were looking at pictures of her sitting on the side of my bed petting my hair while i tried and failed to ask if the baby had yet been born. my feelings were hurt that at least my daddy didn't pay attention, so i crawled in his lap and cried and he said he thought i had post-partum depression. there was no sign or thought of a father; i don't think there was a boy involved at all.
[edit: fuck; skip 9 am class, and spend so much time on lj that i still don't have time for both breakfast and homework. gah. gah.]
