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verbicideI am a paranoid motherfucker. I was thinking about writing about some class related incident when it hit me that I was uncomfortable using real names. I mean, Sarah and Ida are real names, but that doesn't freak me out. But maybe that's also because I'm not contemplating slamming their good names into the mud.
Fake names! Whee!
So NB had to leave to do something in the middle of class. When she came back in, her nipples were sticking out of her sweater and actually assaulting people. NotTom glanced over when she came in. It was entertaining. I saw his eyes move reluctantly from the middle of her chest to her face. It's not a big deal. I mean, I was checking out her boobs, too, clearly. But it's so funny to catch someone's gaze like that. Or something.
I am having diet pepsi at 11:33pm. This is not a profoundly wise move.
Fake names! Whee!
So NB had to leave to do something in the middle of class. When she came back in, her nipples were sticking out of her sweater and actually assaulting people. NotTom glanced over when she came in. It was entertaining. I saw his eyes move reluctantly from the middle of her chest to her face. It's not a big deal. I mean, I was checking out her boobs, too, clearly. But it's so funny to catch someone's gaze like that. Or something.
I am having diet pepsi at 11:33pm. This is not a profoundly wise move.
