Compressed air and lost iPods

[sweetprince]

It was a busy weekend for me. My suitemates and I finally got our collective act together and decorated our common room. It still looks boring as all get out, they don't believe me that it needs more. That's cuz they're crazy. I'm going to see about getting a ficus or another type of potted plant. I just LURVE potted plants so.

I was supposed to see Gogol Bordello last night, but it was cancelled because Eugene's Dad died. Obvi, he's not going to be asked to perform. So us being saddened and disgruntled we walked over to the criterion theater to go watch "The Jane Austen Book Club" and promptly got hit on by an entire contingent of uniformed sailors.

Yeah.

I'm kind of amazed about that.

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[cerberos.livejournal.com]

We got hit on by sailors! I will never recover.

[(Anonymous)]

Ma Cherie,
It has been far too long since my pale, cold hands have traced the outline of your beautiful post-labs. I can still recall the sudden jolt in my nether regions when I wrote your grade (always spectacular) on the top right corner, right next to your name. Lauren. Oh Lauren. You are Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing five foot-two in one sock. Laurrr in slacks. You are Laurita at school. You are Londres on the dotted line. But in my arms you are always Lauren. Light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. La...ur...en.
Yours Forever,
Casey