Just a random update. Everyone just walked into my room. As in the whole hallway. Tara, Naomi, Jason, Josh, Manda. Etc etc. Keen's been here for a while. Working on the various versions of the speculative fiction paper. Mine has affectionately been named "Apocalypse How?" And Keen is not shutting up with the fucking opera. And whatever else he's doing...being loud. So it's about 1am...ok now it's 1:30am. And Keen is tickling me and I'm looking at Johnny Depp and Keen's telling me not to orgasm over the pictures. I was NOT orgasming over the pictures. Apparently, I don't seem like the type to go all "goo-goo-oo-oo" (according to Keen) over pictures. HAHAHA.
Well, guess he's wrong. He just left. He was here forever. Working on those damn papers. SO, Apocalypse How???? We'll probably all get splattered against the stars by some random dust mote that decides to explode while touring the solar system or something. Whatever. Must go read A Clockwork Orange. Joy. Me malenki in the big rot. Veshch veshch veshch. And I know it makes no sense here...but that's the point of making fun of it.
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