It has been over a month since I have written anything for HotClique. What have I been doing during this time?
I’ve slowly dripped back to resting on my slacker laurels. I shout “crunch-time baby” at the television, football playing, though I know nothing about the sport. Still I’ll arrange diatribes on Brett Favre and march about the room making grand proclamations. What the fuck is a passing average?
I’ll meticulously apply Franks Red Hot sauce to every morsel I manage to scrounge. Alas I am broke, but that’s not really a worry - my freeloading skills are well honed. Down to my last two toonies I managed to consume half a colt45, half a liter of white wine, three and half beers, one glass of gin and juice, five cigarettes, a couple bong hits, a grilled cheese and a piece of pizza in a single evening. Now that’s crunch-time.
My whining is mostly unfulfilled. I know I’m responsible for my woes and am not looking for anyone to hold my chin up.
As of this writing I have three late papers to complete. They’ve been put off and put off again as has publishing anything for this website. But I know the semesters almost over and I don’t want to regret anything and I’ll want to start fresh next semester and follow through with all the “I’m going to do this differently” promises I’ve inevitably started making already.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
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