class

i'm blogging in lecture.

always wanted to do that.

not with a pink mini-lappie though.

fml

lesson starts in 16 minutes and i'm still printing notes at home.

decided to expend a cancer stick while waiting for the printer.

opened my bag to get the stapler to nail the notes together.

stapled my cigarette.

drank my java chip while still laughing at myself.

blew coffee onto the keyboard.

not laughing anymore.

dresscodes

i fetched grandma to chinatown and drove past an accident site on the way home. a bike was lying on the road facing backwards and a car was stopped 10 meters after it. a classic case of retardism. happily there was a rozzer on site, trying to explain to the driver that he was a twat.

the very first thing that came to mind, though, was my zipper.

it's like this; the guy was dressed in the typical army peetee attire with flip flops, which got me thinking. what if i were to become a retard one day and hit one of my own kinsmen? would i be forced to stand at some center divider, exposed to public ridicule while the world drove by? something has to be done here.

no more berms with dynamic auto-engage drop-down zippers from now on.

what's the world coming to

beep boop wanted the santa claus award.

i pondered over the list of possible recipients for five minutes.

because every person on the list represents multiple repercussions.

so my final choice was a one year old girl.

it's disconcerting.