So, meeting with adviser went well. He didn't bat an eye over my potential schedule. What he did bat an eye over was my suggestion of a Psych Senior Honors Thesis. He's like, "You don't *need* two."
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
ION, I have WARM brownies. They are fantastic!
He's like, "You don't *need* two."
Unless you're an Honors addict.
Yeah, pretty much!
ION, I have WARM brownies. They are fantastic!
Taunter.
Well, yeah. I mean...I have to. It's in the rule book.
It's in the rule book.
Oh, I forgot. Continue on then.
The only thing I have to work on at work is unclear, and I need to wait till the person gets in at 11:30am. So, who's going to entertain me till then?
My daughter and wife watched Wifeswap last night while I was cleaning up and getting the kids ready for bed. I think it was distrubing that my daughter was drawn into reality TV.
So, who's going to entertain me till then?
Okay, this is a really stupid joke, but what the heck.
A string walks into a bar...