Website of the day:
The 213 Things Skippy is No Longer Allowed to Do in the US Army
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Just for the record ~ Nietzsche has won the first round. I have not made it past the preface of Beyond Good and Evil and I comprehended it about as well as I would have Greek. I've slunk back to my corner...when's the bell for round two?
You know, sometimes I really hate being female, with all the hormones raging through my system at random times. Actually, it's not so random ~ it always hits just before or on the dark of the moon.
Hindsight being what it is, I know now that last week was a peak production time for Firewolf EstrogenWorks, Unlimited. Because of this, there is this one guy in my theater class that I almost fixated on. I mean, for a day or so there, he was always on my mind. Normally, he would not be anywhere near the candidate list, being your basic 'good old boy' and all, but these were not normal conditions. My little animal brain kept saying, "You'll do. Now." and "I. Said. NOW." When that didn't work, it did a near perfect re-enactment of the young Jean Luc Picard (from Star Trek: The Next Generation, for those of y'all non-cultured folks. ;->) jumping up and down and saying, "NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW. NOW..." It was sheer torture on the few occasions when I had to sit near the guy ~ knowing that on the one hand, this guy is nowhere near my type and on the other, it didn't matter. Let me impersonate Shiva and say that on the third hand, I am nowhere near 'eligible' for such a tryst and on the fourth ~ it didn't matter.
My gods, it was maddening. It's times like that when I want to get rid of my uterus with a fork. I know that somewhere there is a demi-deity laughing its ass off at my predicament.
The wanker.
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