Some smut, some improbable predation, mostly whinging.
So yesterday I handed in the last of my uni assignments. I still have a few more Tuesday classes to go to, but basically it’s over. Now, if you know me well enough, you’ll know that this is definitely not something that will get me celebrating. Employment prospects for next year are bleak, so in all likelihood my summer is going to be less like:
TEN YEARS OF UNI - DONE! WOO!! NOW I BETTER GET SOME QUALITY RELAXIN DONE BEFORE I GO TO WORK NEXT YEAR!!
and more like:
TEN YEARS OF UNI DIDN’T REALLY AMOUNT TO MUCH DID IT. HUM, WELL THEN.
So yeah, not looking forward to that. While I’m at it, I also need to vent the fact that I have developed the dumbest and least feasible crush in history. I’m not going into specifics, but it’s really dumb and the odds of it turning into anything are a googolplex to one. Pelicans will sooner eat cats. It sucks, and I have only my Victorian Bicycle Porn to comfort me!
Unlikely, but disturbingly possible.
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I challenge your title for dumbest and least feasible crush in history. I’m pretty sure that one of my crush criterion is infeasibility and another is a complicated embarrassment ratio thing - should anyone ever find out the poor crush victim.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Saturday October 17 2009 @ 9:54 pm
OK, I have to give in to you where unfeasible crushes are concerned. No contest.
Comment by Mark — Sunday October 18 2009 @ 2:46 am
I think the three of us should start some sort of unfeasible crush having club. My last crush was stupid-retarded in unfeasibility.
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P.S. Super nerd points for googolplex!
Comment by Becky — Monday October 19 2009 @ 2:45 pm
I can’t even get the word right.
Yes, we need a club and facebook group.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Tuesday October 20 2009 @ 9:57 pm
Aww you poor ppl. Yes make a fb group. “Unfeasible crushes anonymous.”
Comment by Mark — Tuesday October 20 2009 @ 10:05 pm
Wait wait wait wait. I thought crushes were always unfeasible in the stupid-retarded way. Always. That’s why they’re called crushes, because they crush your very soul in their unfeasibleness.
Comment by Mish — Wednesday October 21 2009 @ 8:19 am
That *almost* sounds like a positive spin. It isn’t though, is it?
Comment by Mark — Wednesday October 21 2009 @ 1:58 pm
I crush on all manner of people/things/pets. Not all of them crush my soul.
Crushes on cats almost never do.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Wednesday October 21 2009 @ 10:08 pm