i am wearing a bow tie. i left the house thinking: fuck ya bitches! i got on my bow tie and my boyfriend sweater! i'm gunna smoke this presentation out of the water, yea yeaaaaaaaaa! i was even bouncing as i walked. sometimes it hurts to be this fucking cool.
SCENE TWO
me, enters school.
me, brings flash drive to front of room to upload power point.
me, gags when i realize this fucker isnt really on the flash drive. FUCK. PISS. EAT MY SHORTS.
flailing. faltering. vomit rising. i calmly state that i will just go back to greenpoint. that's what i'll do. i'll head home and put the presentation onto the flash and then i'll come back.
SCENE THREE
whatever. that wasnt really going to happen, i'm lazy. i went to the computer lab instead to try and have someone fix it. low and behold... who is behind the counter? some fuckin bro that not just last semester i thought terrible thoughts about: the rim of his hat is flat. long story short, i get the brilliant fucking idea to telephone roommate: Jay Vu. She emails that fucking guy right on over and after some unzipping of files, opening and saving: it's on the magic stick. That bro really saved the day, we even shook hands to make it official. Magic stick is in pocket; I'm ready to go.
SCENE FOUR
[music: Maneater by Nelly Furtado]
crisis averted. But not really cause my hair still looks like a fucking puffy curled up frizzed up piece of fucking shit.
Favorite Person of the
[Fade to Yellow]
2 comments:
Rim or brim?
Rim. i was *quite* obviously referencing the great, twice winning pulitzer prize poet, Carl Sandburg and his quintessentially american poem: "Under a Hat Rim." Oh, I feel pretty tremendous right now.
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