Evocative.

Yargh.

You know, I hate cleaning up on paper work.
I hate it. I absolutely hate having to make calls,
put on a cheery phone voice and, you know,
interact through the phone.

But as shit would have it,
I had to call up, because it was school.


Yep, after 6 months of miring myself in relative idiocy,
I'm finally looking forward to this glistening star, this
beacon, the light at the end of the tunnel, where I may
once again utilize all 130 I.Q. points, once again.

And when the ringing stops,
and the sweet voice of salvation answers,
your plea for help, in co-ordinating your time table.


You can't help but think, damn, she sounds cute.
And school's going to start soon.

Oh yea, let the kinky fantasies follow.