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One week. Then I go back to school. This break will not be long enough. I need months to get over this shit. I need a job. I need a paycheck. I need hopes, dreams and aspirations.
I’ll settle for LA Direct Models. Sites like that crack my shit up. Check out the matrix. Let that guide your pen as you write your first porn masterpiece. Oh, you too shall make a living in the jizz biz. Just don’t ask what the back forty of that experience looks like. Let’s just pretend it’s all good times and cream pies for ever after.
And so it goes…
I still have one new text book to buy. That ought to be fun, eh? Spending hard earned, I mean, borrowed money to buy some god damn brick I’ll never touch again come this May. I’ve got big plans for my Civil Procedure text that involves a bucket and a 30 pound bag of concrete. We’re going swimming. Well, you’re going swimming. I’ll be high and dry on the dock. You’ll be down there on the bottom. Tonight, you sleep with the fish.
Nah, that’s too easy on you and too quick for me. One splash and it’s gone? Nope. Not good enough. We need something I can properly savor. Burning would also be much too quick. The memories will fade from my mind’s eye, much like the burning embers of that glorious moment of flaming justice will settle to ash come the morning, leaving my lust unsatisfied. I need more than that, much more. I shall gibbet thee, so that I may watch the birds rip your flesh from my kitchen window. Many a fine morning I shall have, as you slowly fall to pieces bound to yonder wall. Suck it up while you can, you smug bastard. I won’t be under your heel forever.
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J,
just remember, when you walk through those doors and down the tiled hallway on the 12th, you’ll have one more day of lawschool in the books than i. and you can have it, mi amigo.
glad you’re willing to do it. cause somebody needs representation right now. fortunately it’s not me.
-b
Not one DA in the whole bunch!
Can I recommend a garden shredder, which although quick is very, very satisfying? That’s how my Delict textbook bit the dust, and boy was that course a slog. I’m into final semester now, not going to end up practicing but will find some job somewhere hopefully. I’m all spent stacking cans of paint at night at our equivalent of Home Depot, but it did keep me earning whilst studying and paid for my new steed. An One One 29er that runs single speed for commuting (I’m too old and tired for fixie), geared for MB’ing and then has my Campag Record groupset dropped onto it for touring/cross using the gizmos from Jenson that let me trigger the mechanical disc brakes with my ergo levers. Sweet, and doesn’t clutter up the workshop. Roll on………and good luck with law, I enjoyed it too much to want to sully it by actually practising. Grumski
“…too old and tired for fixie…”
Balderdash. I have seen 57 winters and still ride fixed.
Guilty as charged. I’m weak, and I know I am…..
:-)