November 7th, 2002

run the fuck away

Assaulted by intelligence...

I'm having a good day today. The class I have is... fun. The people are talkative, interesting, and willing to banter. They're smart, and can follow the material, and haven't had a seconds worth of struggle while asking me well thought out and interesting questions.

They're enjoying themselves, I'm enjoying myself- a dream class. Yet, I step out of the classroom, and it pops, becuase goddammit, the management is a bunch of assholes.

That aside, with classes like this, I can stomach working here, but I still can't dawdle much longer. I hear back from a few of the jobs on Monday. Here's hoping.
run the fuck away

The Death of Jasper, Birth (and almost Death) of Wall Street

So, RP was last night. To keep y'all updated on what happened in this fun story:
I had no idea what to do with Jasper (now known as Wall Street), and that was okay, he didn't know what to do with himself. He tried a few stances, ass, hero, looser, and doesn't know what to do with his new life.

That's all I feel like saying.
run the fuck away

Ubersuck...

Cate and I were going to go down Ktownwards, chill at Ben and Tim's, but it's $124 to take a train from here to Puggy, at least for two of us, and that's in an unreserved seat. We can't swing that.

Blowballs!