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| February 4, 1998 | Opinions | Volume XXIX Number 13 |
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Yup. Another semester begins and disasters are waiting to happen. Can’t get a damn special permission number for a class that I have to take. I finally find the time to hike over to the bank and they close as I approach the steps. People wonder why I’m such a pessimist. They’re all dumbasses. So welcome back, I guess. As a preceptor ( a.k.a. THE NOISE POLICE), I have to come up with entertaining ideas and schemes to decorate bulletin boards that I never knew existed until I got the damned position. So I came up with the RU screw…and used old medium covers to decorate. My residents have already started taken them down. This semester could get ugly. Hope ya had a great time over break. Ok, you’re right, I lied. I hope your break sucked as much as mine did…I got to cook and clean for my mommy dearest. And I was sober through all of it. I ‘m gonna need to revisit a shrink to tell me, in a 50 minute session, that my mom is the source of all my angst. As if I didn’t know. Here’s another little sentiment: Xena is dying, painfully and undeniably. I’ts up to me, Miss Mia, to save her ugly ass. Trust me, hollywood can make anyone beautiful. RuPaul looks cute…Kate Moss with the right make-up doesn’t look like a 12-yr.old boy…and during a real bad trip, Rosie O’Donnell don’t look so bad either. Don’t lie. So back to Xena. She’s getting old, I think and I’m gonna stick to my real identity. The name is Miss Mia. I like formalities and dog chains. Happy Fuckin New Year comrades. --Mia quiri@eden By One of its finest It never fails, Through all your wails, To deliver a most, excruciating screw. In every run-around, by every uttered sound; it tears reality away, and makes your moment of free time-- fade rapidly away.  Back to the main page |