You like my title? It reminds me of that SNL skit with Chris Farley and Patrick Swayze auditioning for Chippendales.For my evening poetry class, we have to make up a presentation on either the poetry of a famous published poet or our own. It also has to be creative.
Because I'm a lazy fuck and I think it would be really easy to research myself, I've opted to present my own poetry under the microscope and aptly call the presentation: Dave.
Whether or not this is feasible is another story.
Oh...I got a haircut :)
This makes it all the more better.
Rob, the boyfriend of a girl down the hall that I don't know, is hitting on me. We spoke for about 5 minutes the other night and afterwards, he asked my friend Lydia for my room number, phone number and screenname. I woke up the next morning to a barrade of IMs (yes, I just created a new word) which kind of haven't stopped but haven't become harrassive either.
Being that I'm sick of playing second fiddle to anyone anymore, I resisted when he vocalized his intent to kiss me when we hung out alone on the 5th floor of this dorm.
I resisted, folks. It would have been all too easy to just kiss him but I resisted (something I should have done with Greg and Dave but didn't) and I feel better for it. I deserve better than half. I told him that I refuse to be the other woman nor the reason they break up.
Doesn't help that Rob looks like a young cross between the latest Dave and John Mayer.
Yay? Happy Friday.
