Reasoning for actions taken in said scenario: My mother told me never to talk to strangers that are not wearing the right color at a football game? But really though, Perfectly Nice Guys are few and far between in Gradschoolville. I have a Tripartite Theory as to why there are no Perfectly Nice (Available) Guys in Gradschoolville, but I won't get into that here.

So the point is: ????? There is a point to any of my drivel? HAHAHAHA.

My mom keeps yelling at me to call Cousin Bobo to take me to the airport on Thursday at ass thirty in the morning. But argh, I have been here two months and haven't called him at all (woops), and now I'm supposed to bum a ride to the airport from him? Pppffffth. Besides, Cousin Bobo is not exactly the type to be awake and functioning at ass thirty in the morning, unless of course, he has been awake and functioning through the night up until that point, that is. If you know what I mean (and I'm talking to you, Mr. Daniel). Heh.

Hmmm. Speaking of ass thirty in the morning, goddamn apartment building had some kind of fire drill at that unholy hour this morning. So I stumble out the door in my "We be jammin' all de time" shirt from St. Thomas and ratty shorts. Please remind me to think to save my bathrobe from any possible fires next time, ahem. Oh, and most conveniently, someone's dog(s) had several accidents in the stairwell. I'm glad people remember to save their pets from possible fires, but, grrrrrr. Doggie doodoo and Mangofarmer dragging every pair of pants she owns to the laundry room do not mix. Mmmhmmm.

Well, I remembered my disk thingie, so I guess I should revise my paper or something. Yep. Have a lovely afternoon all. :)

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