Did I need to spend the last two hours Googling and YouTubing "rocks," "huge rocks," "big rocks," "Uluru," "Loreley," "giant worms," "quicksand," "carpet bogs," "dying in a carpet bog," "stuck in peat bog," "drowning in quicksand," "bog death," and "bog bodies"? While listening to Roy Orbison croon "Beautiful Dreamer," over and over again?
Shivakamini asked tonight how the bar had driven me crazy. (Which is assumed, because the bar has driven all the examinees I know crazy.) I need not answer, my dear. The proof is in the pudding (or bog)!
I highly recommend you Google "bog bodies," or "Guanajuato momias," or "soap woman," if you'd like to improve your bar score.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
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CRAZY, i can still not stop looking all things Prince!!! i want to be an enigmatic rebellious genius!!!! i don't want to remember rules relating to corporations. alas, i will be on the bolt bus tomorrow and good-bye... and then good-bye and then good-bye...
what the fuck are corporations???? i know some rules governing them, but i still don't know what they are. i tried to write a corporations essay today but just laughed and laughed and laughed at how little i knew. i literally laughed! lots! and then i was glum. and then i cut my hair and stood naked under the garden hose in the backyard freezing and then turned off the garden hose and waited in the sun to dry. four more days!
you are naked in the backyard a lot! i'm sure you neighbors are very appreciative!
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