||[May. 18th, 2004|11:55 pm]
I think I've worked hard enough to be added onto your friend's list. Now add me, bitoche.
I've comprised one poem for the Christy. I'm starting the love sonnet tomorrow at work. For now, a haiku:
My room is so messy.
When was the last time you checked it?
Yea, yea, it's old, but some of you haven't read that yet. Anyway, I miss being in the dorms and having a roommate. So quiet without the Laurie... Mer. And no Christy at roomcheck
(Voicemail #7: Christy? Christy, where are you? Christy, honey, this is your student....).
HA! NO ROOMCHECK!
Yea. Asked pap when curfew was and he said, "Whenever." I was in such a state of shock I didn't know what to do. I was in the door by midnight.
Um. I have work tomorrow
so I'm off.
Oh, and Christy: I'm serious about the friend's list thing. *winkwink*