Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, October 19, 2002

Apparently I could have been on the tutorship selection committee.

It's just blowing my mind a little. Anything that involves me being in a position of authority and responsibility tends to do that.

On a totally unrelated note, amusing four-word phrases to use for description of myself:
  • Fuck this right off.
  • Not for individual sale.
  • Less talk, more bitch.
  • What does this do?
  • Give me coffee now.
  • You are unworthy, mortal.
  • Once more, with apathy.
  • Pause of the Cheetah.
  • Dee will be fine.

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