Compies and Cards

Schatze, it's been so long that I sang you a totally screwed up song that I thought I'd make a dedication to you. I'm sure you'll enjoy the lovely sadism that popped into my skull earlier.

Remember that children's rhyme?:

"There was an old man named Michael Finnigan
he had whiskers on his chin-nigan
he shaved them off but they grew in again
poor old Michael Finnigan
(begin again)"

I had it in my head for no particular reason, and of course changed it to:

"There was a young man named Michael Finnigan
lost his legs at Ho Chi Minh-igan
stepped on a mine and they amputated him
poor old Michael Finnigan"

Also, Nano, I was in Kinko's today waiting for their shitty customer service people to find the right box they were looking for and managed to find the absolute best most perfect birthday card for you ever. I'm sad that I have to wait until next year to send it, but I guess as long as I don't lose it, next year really isn't that far away. Especially with school and stuff, things seem to be going really fast.

And Shrugs, you should be happy to know that I shat twice today, not because I needed to, but just because I was bored and decided that that's what I was going to do. Jedi mastery all the hell all over the place.

Tran Xi'an. "T." When mumbled (even with the "Shawn" factor), "Transient." Weird. You ever-changing, fluidlike person, you.

Sorry for the lack of post and effort, it's a test period this week and next, so I'll be scarce. All my free time is studying or sleeping. I got all of 40 minutes of sleep last night, not counting how I faded in and out all through my lit class. In which I sit next to the teacher.

Hate to (brain)fart and run, but...it's funny.

More productivity later.