On a lighter note, and there are lighter notes (What would Rage Against the Machine be without their hit song, I Get a Kick Out of You?), I’ve just finished the first essay in my three essay midterm for Jesus and the Origins of Christianity. I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. It’s my fault though. The Devil didn’t actually make me do it.
I’m starting to get really figity as I’m on my third huge oatmeal cooky from the Momma Monster and second or third cup of highly caffinated Illy brand coffee. The coffee is starting to become less appetizing, but the oatmeal cooky is delighting my soul with each bite (Oh that was a big one! There’s no more! Maybe I can scrounge for crums.
Also, I am in the mood for marriage… Anyone up for it? This is a whim and I’ve heard marriages don’t do well on whim, so maybe that’s not so good. Also I’ve heard it is good to know the one you choose to marry. This is difficult as I’m not sure any girl I know would want to get married on a Monday night. Mondays are so, so dreadfully dreary don’t you find? No, Monday night will not do.
Chelsea, I’m sorry I spelled figity wrong… oh and again!
Well, I must be starting my second essay! Adios Hombres! Also Hombrettes, because you are ever so important, especially with your long hair and that brooch you wear. (If you actually do wear a specific brooch you wear all the time and your hair happens to be long, I apologize. I did not intend to stalk you, nor did I, nor would I. You ask, “Why?”Well, I… I just I… am not that kind of guy. Oh my! No. No, not that kind of guy.
Waiting for a call, however insecurely, or maybe I’m just having fun, yours always and affectionately – David
Also, The Office makes me happy.
Question! What makes you happy?