Jul 10, 2008
Have Ye Any Cakes?
 Say hi to Megan, I met her, I liked her, I was too shy to say anything to her. I didn't need to, I had my hands full time commitment wise. I had labs, projects, a tv show, class, sports reports and essays to write/record/edit/sleep through. I just stuck with the plan: spend the 2 years to get the degree, don't develop any ties to any one or thing in that place and get the fuck out without a second thought. Well, that's nowhere near what's happened since I've been there. She's cute? No? But anyway, she didn't say anything to me and nor I to her. Until I found myself in a huge rut and not even the stupidity of Rutless could bring me out of it. Ahhh, Tyson eating tissues, it never gets old!! But yeah, just when I was at the "fuck everything" point, she traipsed her captain cheerleaderness over to my computer and asked for help and I would have to say she's completely cool. Except for a few glaring flaws. Her inexplicable and unfounded love of Mac computers, congrats Jobs you've completely managed to brainwash a generation. Her even weirder taste in music. I mean, I thought Shaz liked bad music, but by far, this just takes the cake. Which she probably could bake. So she made muffins for the class, yes, our final exam was spent eating muffins and drinking milk in the computer lab. Doesn't get much better. Except she promised me a birthday cake. A boob birthday cake. And I'm watching the calendar, and still no cake!!!! I will not let this egregious misappropriation of frosting and batter go unnoticed or unpunished Megan!!!!!! So yeah, I'm still waiting for my boob-cake, hustle it up woman. |
posted by Mike at 2:07 AM
