Friday, May 13, 2005

Sitting in the community college lab for possibly the last time since the semester is over. Some thoughts occurred to me since I wrote last (five minutes ago) (oh, alright, about an hour ago). You know how sometimes someone says something and the full implication doesn't sink in until after the fact? Well, based on something he said last time we were together, Mr. Mike must be working on his next candidate as we speak. Our last meeting had an odd air of finality about it, or so I thought I read in his eyes--looking back on it of course. I wasn't pissed before but I yam now. I don't need to be played, and he knows that. Just be straight with my sorry ass.

At least I got my fifty bucks for my textbook; I feel rich.

posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:31 PM

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