Sunday
"I'm deeper than my shallowness." -'Cat's Tongue', SoulCrate Music
I so don't want to write this paper right now. It's not that I don't want to write it; I just don't want to write it now. I refuse to believe that I'm already screwed.
I really need to clean up my language before I go home. I meant to do so after Scav Hunt -Scav always degenerates my language- but I never got around to it. In related thoughts, 'ass' is not really any more vulgar than 'butt', and so is really as legitimate a term to describe that particular region of the anatomy.
If you believe in anatomy.
No one will get that reference.
If Neandertals existed today, would they be discriminated against?
The phrase "Even pirates have to write Bio papers" is fundamentally Not True. I had thought that consolingly to myself, then recoiled against its manifest falsehood, making me even less inclined to write the essay.
"Horns grow when my alarm hits at six-thirty / Hell no, I got my halo 'cause I'm hungry and thirsty."
"So I hide my horns with a hoodie and a halo, they know that blessed ain't no rest for the wicked. Please please don't push, I would change if I was able; able never comes in the time you predicted."
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